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Harry Styles Vocal Health on SNL

Hello!  So first and foremost I wan to put out there how much I love Harry and his voice.  Dear god it’s SO COOL and unique.  I love how when he’s in good vocal health he has all these different textures to it- the gruffness of his chest voice, the purity of his falsetto, the power of his belt.  When the studio version of SOTT came out I couldn’t sing his praises enough.  His voice sounded SO HEALTHY.  He was making such good choices!!!  Everything was relaxed and well supported.  He let the song build naturally.  He MUST have gotten some solid vocal training over his break because that isn’t something that can just happen over night.  I was very impressed and very proud.  I was also a bit nervous to see if these changes would hold when he started performing live….and…..it looks like I had good reason to be nervous.  

Here’s the thing. There are a few reasons I’m so hard on Harry in particular when it comes to poor technique. First, compared to the other guys, his technique is the only one that’s actually physically DAMAGING.  Could the other guys benefit from proper training?  Sure.  Of course.  Every singer can.  Even those who have been singing for years still should train on a regular basis.  But the other boys’ bad habits are just that- bad habits.  They aren’t going to do long term damage, not the way Harry’s are.    The second reason is BECAUSE I know he can do (AND HAS DONE!!!!!) so much better!!   I know he’s CAPABLE of so much more and so yeah, I’m hard on him because of that. And finally, I know exactly what he’s doing physically and exactly what’s going through his mind because I have the same exact bad habits and I can see him using the same exact thought process as to why he slips into these again.

Harry is the Ultimate Performer. He wants nothing more than to put on a good show for everyone, even if that means sacrificing his own vocal health.  Now, that’s isn’t a HUGE problem…until it KEEPS happening.  Which is what happened with OTRA.  And possibly might be happening now, although that remains to be seen.  One performance of one song slips into an entire show of this slips into two shows of this slips into the entire tour and wham, you’ve got nodes.  I think the biggest problem with Harry’s performance last night is he doesn’t trust the material or HIMSELF to sell it the way it is.  He feels he needs to overcompensate and big Big and Bold right from the start and that song is not built to be sung that way.  He started at a level that he couldn’t sustain throughout the entire thing and had nowhere to go.  That’s when he ran into trouble.  

As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew it wasn’t going to go well.  Don’t get me wrong, he sounds fantastic in the beginning…but like I said, there was nothing for him to build upon because he already started it at too high a height. His voice sounded raspy to me too, raspier than usual.  That can be caused by a few things- he could have been dehydrated (you can’t sing right if you don’t pee white!), he could have been tired (we know he’s a morning person and that show is pretty late for him), he could have strained his voice at the concert the night before, he could have over rehearsed, he could have smoked a bit.  I don’t know what the cause was, but he didn’t start off the evening in the best vocal health, especially for a song that’s very difficult to sing.  I also think he KNEW that so again, he tried to overcompensate for that by pushing.  

There is so much tension throughout his whole body, particular his shoulders on up.  I’m sure a lot of that is due to nerves.  I’ve said it many times before and I’ll say it again: the SNL stage is one of the hardest venues for artists to play.  There’s something particularly rough about it.  He’s also always had problems tensing up his face when he sings, but it what was particularly striking to me was that he did it during the falsetto parts.  That should have been EASY for him to sing.  That’s something light and relaxed.  Almost a break from the tension of the rest of the song…and yet he looks like he was in pain.  Which makes me wonder if he WAS in pain.  it’s hard to tell, but it almost seems like the second time he does it he pushes it more to a mix than a pure falsetto. 

It’s notable to me how relaxed the second syllable of  “bullets” around 2:44-2:48 is compared to the rest.  THAT is what the whole thing should have sounded like.  it’s relaxed and he’s got a great vibratto on it that comes straight from the diaphragm there- compare that to how tight “bullets” are the second time he sings it in that phrase at 2:58ish-3:04.  Why did you change what you were doing, sir??? In fact, to me it seemed like he KNEW it sounded good the first time and did his cute li’l dance and then came back to it feeling like “yeah I got this…” and then tightened right back up again.  because he didn’t trust himself.  

Thennnnnn the bridge happens.  And this is what i mean by he had nowhere to go.  THIS should have been his first belt it out moment.  but he pushed too hard too quickly and his voice just…wasn’t there.  It was tired.  The first scoop up to the first “we” was off key because of it and I think he knew it which made it even worse and MORE tense to the point where he just didn’t have the vocal agility to flip into his fasletto again for “learn”.  And then we’ve got the “it’s just what we know” which was just a poor choice.  I have a feeling he nailed that MULTIPLE times in rehearsals and mannnnn if he was in good vocal health how killer would that have sounded!??!!?  But instead, we got what’s called harmonic distortion which is SUPER VERY YIKESY AND A BIG SIGN OF HOLYSHITYOU’REDOINGDAMAGE (i sincerely hope he has an appointment with an ENT this week and gets scoped to check that out).   This was another instance of him trying to put on a great show and overcompensate for what he probably felt was lackluster vocals (which for the record WERE NOT THAT BAD.  I’m picking it apart because…well, it’s what I do.  and i don’t think I would have had too much of a problem if it weren’t for the super damaging choices he ended up making).  

From there he’s thinking “Oh shit that was bad…I REALLY fucked up…better step up my game and make the end better!” and once again tries to overcompensate and push a voice that’s already been pushed to the brink.  there just wasn’t more in there for it to give.  He couldn’t sustain it.  He had already given everything that there was go to give.  

When it comes to ESNY, it was a much better performance.  I think it’s partially due to the fact that it’s an easier song to sing and partially due to the fact that he was playing guitar so he wasn’t as much in his head (Side note: CAN YOU BELIEVE HE FINALLY BLESSED US WITH HIS GUITAR SKILLS?????).  His belty part towards the end wasn’t as good as it could have been, but I think that’s just due to the fact that his voice was kinda shot and that’s the best it was going to be.  It wasn’t TERRIBLE and obviously it could have been better, but I am curious to hear the studio version to see if there’s more belting that he just wasn’t comfortable with last night.  I could have done without the facial affectations because it just adds more tension and tension is bad, kiddos  But I think it’s a stylistic choice and I’m trying to pick my battles here.  Additionally, as we’ve seen in gif form his li’l neck vein was popping out so yeah he was tensing up pretty good there…but again, it wasn’t as terrible as it could have been since the song itself isn’t as taxing vocally.  

All in all, the performances were great, especially if you’re not as picky as I am. I know this was his first time singing live in well over a year and SNL is high stress and it’s his first time out there ALONE.  I’m curious to see what happens on Graham Norton and if he improves his technique. I’m also really curious to see how he’ll be on tour as well. I do wonder if he’ll lower the key of SOTT so it’s not as taxing.  No one would really notice and it would make things a little easier on him. It’s just frustrating because I know he has it in him to do it well.  We’ve HEARD him do it well.  But he just doesn’t trust himself enough to do that and that kind of breaks my heart a little.  Thankfully, he’s young and has time to learn.  He can still break these habits and make new, healthier ones and learn to trust himself more.

BUDDY.  YOU GOT THIS.  YOU HAVE AN AMAZING VOICE.  YOU ARE A FANTASTIC SONGWRITER.  YOU HAVE GREAT TECHNIQUE WHEN YOU PUT YOUR MIND TO IT.  YOU ARE A KILLER SHOWMAN WITH A TON OF CHARISMA.  PLEASE TRUST THESE THINGS AND STOP PUSHING YOURSELF BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU DAMAGE ANYTHING.  

Love,

B <3 

About Last Night // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Two [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Public Fingering, Public-ish Oral (Female on Male), Sinning, Thigh Riding, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,283

Song: Slow Hands (Acoustic) by Niall Horan

A/N: Thank you to my favorite @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading and editing this. I love you!

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Bodyguard || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by chimneytaels

AN: This entire imagine Jungkook is called Jeon, just so nobody gets confused

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst


Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stared the man across the room down. His eyes were focused anywhere but you, not because he was shy or embarrassed to be around you, but because he didn’t think any of it would be worth his time. The only thing you were to him was another paycheck, and as long as the bills were paid, he had no reason to complain.

On the other hand, you had every right. Ever since your father had hired the Jeon man to watch over you, your life had come to a halt. You were used to going out late at night and partying with strangers, but with him looking after you, you barely got out of the house without a follower. No matter where you went, he was there following after you.

The reason for the meeting now, one between your father and the Jeon man, was because of your latest escape attempts. Jeon had gone to lay down, thinking you had taken a nap and he had let his guard down. You left within seconds of him falling asleep and you thought that you had finally out smarted him, that you were finally going to be able to have a night to yourself.

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As Long As You're Okay (Paul Lahote)

My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.

I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.

“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.

“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.

I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.

“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
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I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.

“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.

I grabbed my phone to look at the time.

‘1:22 am.’ I thought.

It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.

I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.

When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.

“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.

“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.

I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.

I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.

“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.

It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.

“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.

“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.

“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.

“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.

“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.

And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.

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A History of Violence - Part Two (completed)

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

Part One Here

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth, assault, mention of rape

Words: 4600+

Betas: @saxxxology & @moonlitskinwalker

Your name: submit What is this?


Interrogation: Sam


Sam sits on a tiny chair in a small room, wrists in handcuffs resting on the table in front of him. He’s been waiting for the better part of three hours without so much as a hello from anyone. He’s got a pretty good idea of what’s happening, at least the basics. He can’t say he wasn’t expecting to be brought in for questioning, he was, however, unprepared for the SWAT team knocking down the door to the mobile office at their construction site.

He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. While he’s not new to being on this side of the law, he’s never been left to sweat in the box for this long.

He gets it, they’re proving a point.

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the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description

A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).

Originally posted by 40daddyskitten

“You’re all mine, pet.”

Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.

When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.

So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.

Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.

Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”

Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.

“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.

“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.

“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.

“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.

“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.

With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.

“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”

I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.  

“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.

“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”

“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.

“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”

“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.

I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”

“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”

“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.

“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.

“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.

“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”  

I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.

“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.

While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.

“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.

“You have no idea.”

I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”

Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.

“Y-yes.”

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”

I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.

“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”

Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.

I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.

I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“Stiles?” I said sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“What did I say about touching me?”

“Said not to,” he mumbled.

“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”  

Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.

He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.

“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”

I motioned dismissively towards the bed.

He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.

“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.

“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.

“Can we try something new, pet?”

Stiles nodded fervently.

I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.

“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”

Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.

“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.

He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.  

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.

“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.

I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.

“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.

I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.

My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.

“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.

“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”

“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.

I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.

I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”

Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.

“You first.”

I snorted and extended my arm towards him.

“C’mere.”

Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”

Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.

“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.

I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.

“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”

“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.

“I have to return the favor.”

Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.

“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”

He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.

The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

Somehow I’m just thinking of Robert as a guy who actually doesn’t watch porn and would be oblivious to a lot of kinky sexual references - like, you can call him “daddy” as a sly joke when you’re together sometime, and he’d just be like “Yeah? What’s up?” If you are quiet because you’re wondering if that actually just flew over his head, he’ll go on and say, “Are you trying to make me feel better about Val? Because thanks, but…I’m dealing with it.”

And okay, this guy tried to get in your pants before he learned your name that first time you met and he isn’t picking up on sexual jokes??? But no, cmon, if you make fun of something phallic like a hot dog ofc he’s gonna giggle like a stupid 14yo - okay, what I’m saying is that he’s just a natural when it comes to kink and he doesn’t even know it. Bc when he’s biting you that other time? Instinctual. When he kisses you like he wants to fuck you right there, right now? Impatience. When he’s pinning you against the door with his fingers at your belt? Dexterity.

So okay, Robert is just a natural-born at seduction but he has no clue about kink. But oooh boy, are you going to teach him bc you’re a lil tipsy one night and start calling him Daddy again and he’s just a little confused but brushes it off as part of your quirkiness until you throw a leg over his lap and squiggle real close, a hand going to his crotch and murmuring, “Won’t you be a little rough with me, /Daddy/?” You’ve never seen his eyes go so wide, and you can see his brain working as hard as it can to process what you just said and did.

All he can do in reply (at first), is just breathe out a surprised, “Oh, my God,” and you’re giggling in his lap now because /that face was funny/ and suddenly you’re floating - well, actually, Robert’s picked you up and God /damn/ that’s hot so you just wrap around him, lulling your head to the crook of his neck, and then you’re suddenly so interested in the vein going down the side of his neck so you blow at it, feeling Robert jerk a little. “What’re y'doing?” he asks, all jumbled. You giggle again bc maybe you’re a little more drunk than you thought at first, and seeing Robert uncomfortable is just so rare and amusing, that you mumble, “You’re fucking sexy, Daddy.” You feel yourself jolt just a bit - and you straighten up a tad, looking at Robert a little miffed. “Did you almost drop me?”

Robert, trying to be the ~mysterious and cool~ man that he is, denies it. You’re past the level of tipsy where your attention span is still intact, so you’re just staring at his eyes with the wrinkles at the sides and you lean in, forehead to forehead, and mutter, “Kiss me like you did the other day.”

Robert, back in his territory and really not knowing how kinky he makes you want to get, presses you against the wall and smirks. “Oh yeah? You liked that?”

You nod and murmur a yes, and he kisses you to the point where you don’t know how to stand anymore.

(welp this was written very poorly so sorry I’m cutting it here and also I haven’t played any of the routes where you sleep with Robert so this may be highly inaccurate idk but given the good route, this is what I think)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON

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Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 

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As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.

~

For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”

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I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

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85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my shoes.
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93.  You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly swallowing sand.

Hope you’ll like it! :)

You know how everyone has their good days and bad days? Well, today was your bad day. Everything had the power to annoy you. You were on the verge of starting a fight with this old lady in the bus who was commenting something about your ripped jeans.

But you bit your tongue and came home salty instead so you can go and make other people’s lives just as miserable. 

“You have no idea how nasty she was looking at me ‘Young people and their rebelious way of dressing’ ah she was lucky I still have respect for old people.”- you growled, narrowing your eyes at the ceiling, laying down on your best friend’s bed.

Bucky has been sitting on the chair across you for almost an hour now, and for someone who was listening to your rant for so long, he wasn’t showing any signs of boredom at all! In fact, he was looking quite amused, with one hand rested on the back of the chair, so he can lean his chin on it.

“You know what? Why is it so sunny today? Like I love sunny wheather, but this -” you snarled, pointing at the window “this is fucking ridiculous! Like I don’t even want to go to the beach, because by the time I get there I’d be a sweating mess!” - “A hot mess” , he said in a saucy tone.

“Oh, shut up” - you replied, but also smiled at the snickering dork. “AH! You know what else? Now that I mentioned the beach -  I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still had fucking sand in my shoes. Like what the fuck is this magic? Not to mention all the other places I had sand it– Don’t even dare to say it, Barns!!”- he laughed at your sudden outburst, but said nothing, just suggestively winked at you.

“Don’t get too angry baby, the vein on your neck is gonna burst” - he dragged one finger along the soft looking skin on his neck and you raised one eyebrow - “Don’t test my patience then” - he put his hand over his chest and made a scared expression and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You layed back, your head rested on his pillow, suddenly the wind of your thoughts changed and you started thinking in another direction.

The self-satistied expression on his face melted away when you told him - “You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly swallowing sand?

Oh wow, wait! Was this happening? What were you telling him…was that your way of telling him you like him? Was he the person you were talking about?

He licked his lips nervously, was this the moment he has been waiting for for so long?

“Yeah, I know that feeling-” he almost whispered, staring at you, anticipating your next move. And then you looked and him and said casually:

“Really? Because I actually saw this as a quote on the net and I was wandering if it was like relatable.”

Are yOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? 

i feel like i can do pt2 for like half of my works bcs of these sudden endings xD

Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - One

Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been lying in bed for an hour trying to convince his body to give in to the darkness but he just couldn’t shut off.

Sighing, he pulled out his cell. It was a long shot, it was 2am after all. But he wondered whether she’d be online still. The mysterious woman he’d started talking to five weeks ago on chatzone. Reid had made a profile on the site after overhearing Penelope telling JJ that she’d met her latest beau on there. Garcia was Pink-oracle, Reid had accidentally come across her online one night, and had quickly exited that chat room. He hadn’t uploaded any photos but he wasn’t taking any chances on Penny working out who Drblackjack21 was.

One evening he’d taken the plunge and private messaged a woman he’d been speaking with casually in a literary lovers chat room. Trancedancequeen was her screen name and she’d made a few casual remarks about one of his favourite authors and they’d struck up a banter. She was 28 and lived in the D.C area, which was intriguing for Spencer to know. Not that he’d ever end up meeting anyone from the internet…. Although, it had worked for Garcia, so who knew.

Trancedancequeen and Dr blackjack21 had fallen into easy conversation with each other, and most nights when Spencer logged in, she was there. A few times he’d beat her to it, and there were occasions that they missed each other, just leaving the odd offline message for each other which they’d respond to when they logged in. It was…. nice. Spencer found himself being bolder and feeling more confident speaking to this woman from behind a computer or cell phone screen, depending on what he was using. They shared similar interests in TV, films and literature and this woman didn’t seem bothered when he told her that he worked away a lot. She was apparently out of town a lot too, on business trips, although neither of them had shared what they did with each other.

The past few chats he’d had found himself engaging in what one could construe as risqué conversation. Not anything too bad, but Trancedancequeen had made a comment about finding a certain celebrity attractive, and then the conversation had turned from there into what their types were physically. TDQ had told Spencer she had long brown hair and green eyes, she was slim but curvy at the same time according to her description, and she liked tall guys with nice hair and nice lips. Not that her physicality mattered to Spencer too much, but she DID sound attractive. When Reid had described himself to her, she’d responded with, “You sound like just my type,” and then had proceeded to throw some flirty comments his way. At first he wasn’t sure how to respond to them but he just decided to throw caution to the wind, and go with it. He’d been talking to her earlier but had logged off to try and get some sleep, he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow but he’d felt exhausted after the week he’d had. But his brain was unable to rest. Logging back into the app, he was surprised to see the little light by her icon, a cartoon of a grinning kitten, flashing; signalling she was still online. He clicked the private message option.

Drblackjack21: Hi. Can’t sleep. Guess you couldn’t either.

TranceDancequeen: Nope… Can’t get my brain to stop thinking about work. Long week. Won’t bore you.

Dr: I don’t think you could ever bore me.

TDQ: Oh hush now. Smooth lines like that combined with the bottle of wine I’ve drank, and I’ll think you’re flirting with me.

Spencer grinned to himself and shifted on the bed.

Dr: What if I am?

TDQ: Then by all means, flirt some more. Wuu2?

Reid had initially had to Google the shorthand text speak that she’d used sometimes, not being used to it.

Dr: I’m lying in bed. I’m not really that good at flirting though.

TDQ: I’m in bed too. And I’m sure you are, you perhaps just don’t realise it.

Dr: Really, I’m not. Trust me.

TDQ: We’ll see. If you think you’re bad at flirting, how are you at sexting?

Spencer’s jaw dropped a little and he paused, not quite knowing how to respond.

TDQ; Shit, I’m sorry. I blame the wine. Unless… Of course, you want to?

Dr: Erm, I’ve never actually done it before…. But, I’m willing to try?

Spencer couldn’t believe he’d wrote that, he’d be terrible at this and she’d probably never end up speaking to him again. But….

TDQ: Alright…. So I’m lying in bed in my pink panties and a camisole. If you were lying with me, what would you do.

TDQ: PS - it’s that simple, but if you don’t want to then we can talk about something else.

Okay. Reid could do this.

Dr: If I was lying next to you (in nothing but my blue boxers), I’d start running my hand up and down your arm before moving your hair to one side and kissing your neck softly.

TDQ: I’d shiver at your touch and move my body closer to yours, my nipples hardening through my top at the feeling of your lips on me.

Fuck. She wasn’t wasting any time here. Spencer typed out a reply, thinking quickly. If he was with her, what would he actually do, that was all he had to write.

Dr: My hand drifts drift over to your chest, my fingers gently catching on your nipples, my lips moving lower.

The conversation went on in a similar vein for a while, Spencer feeling his dick growing hard and swapping his cell so the he could type with one hand, lightly palming himself with the other.

TDQ: I stroke up and down your length slowly, gripping you as your hands explore between my legs, feeling how wet I am.

Another message flashed up: click to view attachment.

Spender clicked it.

Jesus fucking christ.

The camera was at such an angle so that it showed the neck down only. She was holding her arm out and the photo showed her lying on her bed, the covers thrown off. The camisole she’d described was pulled down, exposing a pair of full, pale breasts with hardened pink peaks to the camera. The hand that wasn’t taking the photo, was between her legs, inside her underwear. Spencer groaned, licking his lips at the image. That was sexy as hell.

TDQ: You like?

Dr: Fuck…. I love.

TDQ: What about this one?

Another attachment appear and Spencer clicked it. It was a close up photo of her underwear, her legs spread. Spencer could see the discoloration of the fabric and his dick twitched when he realised why.

TDQ: See what you’re doing to me, doctor?

Dr: Oh fuck, I see. God, if I was there with you, I’d have to taste that.

TDQ: The question is…. What am I doing to you…

Could he? Fuck it. Spencer pushed his boxers down and took his cock into his hands, switching to camera mode and snapping a photo of his erection.

It didn’t look too bad…not that he really knew how a dick pic should look. Was there a certain etiquette to it?

Here’s to nothing. Spencer sent it.

TDQ: Oh my! Well…. I think I’d quite like to get my lips around that. Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft.

Spencer moaned as he imagined a brunette head of hair bobbing up and down on his dick as he slid his hand up and down it, feeling pre cum gathering at the tip. Typing was becoming a problem now, but he managed it anyway.

Dr: It would feel so good. I’d want to feel those wet lips on mine so I could make you feel the same way.

TDQ: Fuck, that sounds amazing. Grinding on your face as I suck you off. I’m so nearly there.

So was Reid. He was pumping faster now, going back to looking at the images she’d sent him.

Dr: I’d suck your clit in between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, feeling how wet you are for me.

There was a pause in her reply this time, but Reid could see that she was still online. He used that pause to his advantage, stroking himself harder, his hips bucking off the bed slightly as he felt the pressure begin to build up. Making sure his cover was clear of himself, he let the pressure release, feeling hot liquid spilling out onto his tummy just as another message flashed up.

TDQ: Fuck me….I just came so hard thinking of your head between my legs.

Reaching into his bedside drawer, Reid pulled out some baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself up, before typing back.

Dr: God, me too. That was… Wow.

TDQ: Yep… I suddenly feel ready to sleep. I don’t… Erm. I don’t normally do that by the way. Not on here. Thank you. It certainly released some tension. I’m logging off now. Speak tomorrow?

Dr: I’m glad I could help. And same. I’ve never done anything like that. Definitely speak tomorrow.

TDQ: Night night doctor.

He saw her light flash off to signal she’d logged off, and he did the same, settling down now feeling somewhat relaxed.

When Spencer awoke the next morning he logged straight back into chatzone. She normally wasn’t online so early at the weekends but he thought he’d give it ago.

She wasn’t online, but he could see she’d left him a message an hour ago.

TDQ: Hey. I’m probably overstepping a line here but, we both live in the same area and…. Well, I think that maybe we’d get on in real life. Would you maybe… Want to meet? I’m not a serial killer, I promise :)

Spencer hesitated before replying. He did get on with her, and last night was hella hot. And… Well it had worked out for Penelope. But it was completely out of the ordinary for him. But then again, so was last night. Maybe he did need to start taking some chances.

Dr: Okay. We can do that. I’m free this weekend, just name a time and place.

Spencer set his phone down, checking or every half an hour or so as he went about his morning errands. Finally at around 11am, he logged on to see she’d replied.

TDQ: Excellent. There’s a book cafe on second? Mutal ground. I can be there for 2pm. I’m feeling a daytime meet, just to make sure. :)

Spencer knew the place, and could see that she was still logged in. The message had only been sent three minutes ago.

Dr: Sounds like a plan. How will I known its you?

TDQ: I’ll try to get the booth in the corner and I’ll wear a dark purple sweater with silver stars on it. If we get on as well as I think we will, I’ll tell you my real name and give you my number.

Dr: Alright, I’ll be wearing a green duffel coat with a purple scarf. I’ll see you soon.

Spencer was nervous, so extremely nervous. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He pushed open the door of the cafe, inhaling the mixture of caffeine and books, and looked around.

She’d said she’d try for the corner booth so he made his way to the back, scanning the room for someone with brown hair and a purple sweater.

He could see a young woman sitting in the booth, chocolate brown hair loose over her shoulders and as he approached, he could see silver stars glittering on a purple jumper. She looked up from her phone which she’d been studying, tapping away, and then locked eyes with Spencer just as he reached the table.

It was only then he realised that he knew this girl.

Extremely well in fact. They’d worked together for the past eighteen months.

Her eyes raked over him, taking in his green duffel coat and purple scarf and Spencer saw her mouth form into an ‘o’ as she came to the same realisation just as he did, blushes forming on both of their cheeks.

“Shit!” were the first words Y/N said to him.

Kinky Doings

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 918

Prompt Request: “8, 9 and 12 with Klaus, please.” - @diorvirgin


Saying Klaus Mikaelson has enemies would be an understatement. There are hundreds, possibly thousands of people that would do anything to see him dead. Although it was a risk being with him because his enemies would use you to get him, you didn’t care whatsoever.

You and your husband, the original hybrid, just finished watching a movie at the local movie theater in a downtown area. He had to use the restroom and since you were in a rush to get in the car, you went on ahead of him.

The sky was dark and the car was parked far enough where there were barely any people in sight. It was just you alone walking alone with the darkness. You were always so cautious with your surroundings that every time you pass by an alley, you just had to take a quick look to make sure no one was hiding around to kidnap or assault you.

Passing by the nearest alley, you took a quick glance and didn’t see or hear anything with your amazing vampire hearing. But this time, you should’ve been more cautious because a stranger grabs you instantly with the need to kill you with the stake he held in his hand. 

Since he had the attack of surprise, you struggled fighting against him. The stake pierces your chest and you yell out in pain. It gets even closer to your heart which freaked you out because you weren’t ready to die just yet. Not like this. All you kept thinking was ‘Klaus hurry up and be my night in shining armor before I die’.

And that’s exactly what Klaus accomplished because he grabs the stranger by the arm that held the stake. You bent over, holding at your thighs to pull yourself together waiting for the wound to heal and that’s when Klaus says to your attacker, “That’s no way to treat a lady.” His eyes fired yellow as the sun, veins formed under his eyes and his fangs looked ready to pierce into his skin.

Your lover violently bit into the man’s neck, while he yelled in pain. After he pulled away, he allowed him to run off knowing he’ll be dead shortly.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that.” You implied, biting your bottom lip. Some may think it’s rather odd, but it turns you on so much when the Mikaelson has his hybrid face on. You even got kinky with him in the past by leaving bite marks on him during foreplay, letting his blood that filled in and around your mouth drip down to your chest.

“Oh is that right, love?” Klaus wiped his mouth with the back his hand, then smirked at you.

Seeing that there’s nobody around and it’s basically a ghost town, even though you were just a few feet away from him, you vampire sped in his arms which pushed his back to the brick wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist with your arms snaked around his neck. “Someone’s eager.” Nik said, not being surprised by this gesture at all because he’s used to you being naughty.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Your lips met his as if it’s been weeks since you’ve last kissed. Being gentle was not your intention.

Your husband loves being in control, so he used vampire speed to shove your back on the wall roughly. It hurt from the force he used, making the bricks crack a little but you did not care.

Klaus kept you glued to the wall while he trailed kisses lower and lower, making sure to caress your breasts with his hands as he made his way down with his plump lips. You were aching for him already and hoped he would just stick his face in between your thighs, but that wasn’t the case this time. He lifted himself back up so that the two of you were eye to eye again.

Then, he signals his eyes down at his groin and you knew that meant for him to unbuckle his belt so that he can just be inside you already, which you didn’t mind.

Tonight is not going to be the night that your man makes love to you. Tonight will be the night filled with lust and rough sex. He pulled your panty to the side and didn’t give you time to adjust to his size, making your mouth form the letter ‘O’. It’s as if you gasped for air before letting out a pleasure filled moan. “Oh Klaus, what are you doing to me?

“Giving you what you bloody deserve.” He said softly, then started on pounding in and out of you. You held your hands on his broad shoulders to aid in keeping yourself balanced.

Moments later he finishes inside of you, then the two of you readjust your clothing and start walking out of the alley as if the fucking session never happened.

Walking was a bit of a struggle for you of course. “Carry me?” You asked.

“Of course, love.” Klaus picks you up bridal style, low grunting picking up your weight. “Shall we go for round 2 in our bed?”

You smirked at his question then stated, “I prefer the kitchen counter.”

“Oh you really are a naughty one.” Nik showed a devilish grin, then started motor boating your breasts, making you throw your head back and giggling. Tonight is going way better than you planned and you just couldn’t wait to get home.

sentence prompts ➝ in this moment
  • ❛ This is our eternity. ❜
  • ❛ I was never good enough. ❜
  • ❛ Will you be the death of me? ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been drowning in questions, over and over again. ❜
  • ❛ Just look at me and say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’re by my side. ❜
  • ❛ The only promise I could make you is that my promise is a lie. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know how I’ll get through this. ❜
  • ❛ My beautiful liar, why are you crying? ❜
  • ❛ I love you for always driving me insane. ❜
  • ❛ Can I give you just a taste? ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need you to save me. ❜
  • ❛ You’re dangerous, so keep your distance. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll tell you exactly what you want. Teach you to behave. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, inside my room. ❜
  • ❛ I would walk through flames for you. ❜
  • ❛ And in your hate, I find love. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not gonna change. So stay out of my way. ❜
  • ❛ Can we run away now and hide from tomorrow? ❜
  • ❛ These voices are killing me. ❜
  • ❛ All my life I was afraid to die but now I come alive. ❜
  • ❛ It’s been a beautiful tragedy. ❜
  • ❛ We wanted peace but you brought this war. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll be the best you ever had. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll never know what it is you’ve done to me. ❜
  • ❛ We’re not gonna stop tonight. We’re gonna burn this city down. ❜
  • ❛ I know that I can survive this. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t want to wake from this. ❜
  • ❛ You know where to meet me and you know just what I need. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t try and stop me now. ❜
  • ❛ I’m so tired of you telling me how to live and what I should not be. ❜
  • ❛ Take me away tonight, just me with you. ❜
  • ❛ Let me hear you scream. ❜
  • ❛ I crave excess, turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck. ❜
  • ❛ You’re cutting into me. ❜
  • ❛ There’s just something about you. It feeds the addict in me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s haunting, that hold that you have over me. ❜
  • ❛ Release me from these memories. ❜
  • ❛ Let me tell you how I want it. ❜
  • ❛ I know how this will end so I’m turning away now. ❜
  • ❛ Why does fear dominate when all we want is peace? ❜
  • ❛ I’m only here for one thing. ❜
  • ❛ You and me. We’re gonna be alright. ❜
  • ❛ There’s a look in your eyes, I know just what that means. ❜
  • ❛ I feel you growing closer. I feel you in the air. ❜
  • ❛ These memories run through my veins. ❜
  • ❛ You never once have doubted me. ❜
  • ❛ I’m the person you’ve been thinking about. The one thing you can’t live without. ❜
  • ❛ The strong will fight and the weak will run. ❜
  • ❛ You love me for everything you hate me for. ❜
  • ❛ I found a world where we are free. ❜
  • ❛ You know I’m always there with you. ❜
  • ❛ I love the way you dominate and you violate me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s true, I was waiting for a sign. ❜
  • ❛ You won’t forget me. I will haunt you until the truth unfolds. ❜
  • ❛ I’m the one that you need and fear. ❜
  • ❛ Tell me why we’re lying here on the floor. ❜
  • ❛ I am falling down the rabbit hole. ❜
  • ❛ Endless days and nights I wait for you. ❜
  • ❛ You’re so pretty, dripping sin. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just what you need, the perfect disease. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t know how hard I fought to survive. ❜
  • ❛ I still believe in the good and I still believe in the light. ❜
  • ❛ You left me there alone. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll have you down on your knees. I’ll have you begging for more. ❜
  • ❛ I was my own worst enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Take me, pull me all around. Break me, I’m yours. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll taste you until I can’t. ❜
  • ❛ You’re beautiful and sick like me. ❜
  • ❛ I want you biting down on me. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll still love me. Dead or alive. ❜
  • ❛ I am the misery you crave and you, you are my faithful enemy. ❜
  • ❛ I’m yours to have and to hold. ❜
  • ❛ No matter where you run, you cannot hide from me. ❜
  • ❛ Is it sick of me to need control of you? ❜
  • ❛ Even in these chains, you can’t stop me. ❜
  • ❛ What I would give just to be with you. ❜
  • ❛ I thank you for the moments of your life. And never giving up on me. ❜
  • ❛ You run through my veins. ❜
  • ❛ Stay the fuck out of my head! ❜
  • ❛ There’s nothing I won’t do to show you, I would sacrifice my dying breath for you. ❜
  • ❛ Let me sleep away these memories within. ❜
  • ❛ Shut your dirty, dirty mouth. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, go ahead. I’ll be the villain you can blame. ❜
  • ❛ Hello, are you listening? Can you hear me? ❜
  • ❛ They will never know all the blood we shed. ❜
  • ❛ We knew it was meant to be, but never meant to last. ❜
  • ❛ The wrath of your hate has returned. ❜
  • ❛ Not even death could take me away from you. ❜
  • ❛ I am your sinner, I am your whore. ❜
  • ❛ I know you had to go, it’s my war not yours. ❜
  • ❛ Even if the world ignites into flames, you’ll be right here by my side. ❜
  • ❛ We have to end the hate. ❜
  • ❛ This sufferings my blessing. ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna listen to what I say this time. ❜
  • ❛ Determination is pushing me. Perseverance is what I bleed. ❜
  • ❛ I’m drowning in solitude again. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t know the torture. You don’t know the pain. ❜
  • ❛ I still can see your eyes believing in your love for me as you watched me die. ❜
  • ❛ The time has come for me to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ I wanted to believe in you. ❜
  • ❛ These faces come and go and all I do is think of you. ❜
  • ❛ I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me. ❜
  • ❛ You think if I bleed, it can save you. ❜
  • ❛ As your sky starts to fall, you realize you’re standing alone. ❜
  • ❛ This confession is killing me again. ❜
  • ❛ Take my hand, show me the way. And never bring me back here. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’ll never understand me. ❜
  • ❛ In my dreams last night, I saw your face. You held me and washed away my tears. ❜
Fighting With Daddy

Text: From Nina

Hey girl did you see what was on the news today?! It’s all over social media as well!!

I sigh and roll over in my bed trying to ignore my phone ringing. It’s Monday and thankfully I have a vacation from work this week. I don’t do shit anyway but model bra’s. A job that Namjoon hates but hey he raps and I pose. I hear my phone going off yet again and I finally decide to get up and check to see if something is up. I groan getting up from my bed and going down stairs to the front room sitting on my couch turning the TV on. My phone in my hand as I sit down on the couch. I pout combing my mess of hair out with my hands. I don’t see anything on the news that seems to be interesting so I go upstairs putting on a cut off black shirt and light blue short shorts that show my ass cheeks a bit. I put on long socks that are black and white and go up to over my knees. I go into the bathroom fixing my face. Namjoon is suppose to be over later today but we decided to stay in the house. But who says I can’t be sexy for him without going out? It’s been month’s since he’s last been to LA and I do miss him dearly. And the fact that he’s not staying long just makes my heart crumple.

I go back down stairs and sit back on the couch pulling my phone from the table calling my girl back.

“Hello?” She answers sounding a bit upset.

“What’s wrong Nina? You said that something was on the news and you kept blowing me up.” I say getting up to go into the kitchen fixing myself some cereal. I sit on the bar turning the TV on in there as well and she sighs.

“Well I know that you were excited to see Namjoon come home to you today. But I saw some photos of him at Warren G. studio. He had his arms around this girl’s waste —-.” She says and I laugh loudly eating some of my cereal.

“Yeah so what? Mmmmm good cereal. He hangs with girls and I am ok with that. And it’s jsut a picture.” I say stuffing my mouth with more captain crunch.

“No baby.. His hand is low like how he hugs you.. Now I’m not suggesting that you be mad at him or anything but maybe you want to talk to him? I have to go I’m at work right now. But I will send you the pictures ok?”

“Ok..” I say softly hanging up the phone.

She sends the pictures to me and my mouth drops open. I almost drop my bowl to the ground and I have to put it down looking at the picture with rage. I zoom in on his hand and I feel my anger rising more. Then I see more pictures of him and her and I growl putting my phone down. More like throwing it down. How dare he!? He barely takes pictures with me and when he does he tells me not to post them! But here she is and what? He can just take pictures now?!

I go upstairs and pace around in my bedroom. I look around at the walls that we painted together. The blue and black walls so pretty with our names and hand prints on them just for fun. I sigh and sit on my bed putting my head in my hands as I hear the door open. I get up and go down stairs peeking around at a Namjoon who has his back turned. I sneak into the kitchen and I wash out the bowl my hands shaking with rage as I dry it.

“— I’m home.” Monster says coming into the kitchen I brace my hands against the sink biting on my bottom lip trying not to blow up on him. He comes up behind me trying to hug me and I move from him taking his hands from away from me but I don’t look at him.

“Did you have fun today and yesterday?” I ask him going to the kitchen closet looking into it wanting to throw the rice at him.

“Yeah.. It was an amazing couple of days. I feel so lucky.” He says laughing softly.

“I bet you do. I bet it was.” I say bitterly holding onto the doorknob not realizing how tight I’m holding it.

“Jagiya.. Is everything ok??” He asks me with a worried tone grabbing at my shorts and I sigh slapping his hand from me.

“Whoa whoa what’s going on here. —.. —!” He yells my name and I jump turning around to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed as his neck veins pop out a bit due to him having an frustrated look on his face.

“Why don’t you fucking tell me?!” I ask pushing him and he approaches me a bit his height shaking me to the core but I’ll be damned to tell him that.

“I don’t even know what the hell your talking about. I just got here and already you wanna pick a fucking fight? What did I do this time??” He asks and I cross my arms over my chest looking up at him.

“THIS TIME?!? THIS TIME?!?! AS IF ALL THE OTHER TIMES ARE MY FAULT?!” I yell at him and he backs up a bit anger rising in his smooth features. He takes his mask off as well as his glasses and I just realize what he’s wearing. A black tank top revealing those dangerous muscles and black skinny jeans that he is sagging in a bit. I look off that color on him having a effect on me but I’m not letting him off that easy. His black beanie hugs his head tightly. He licks his lips leaning against the counter looking down at me.

“No no. It’s not your fault ALL the time. BUT BUT YOU DO IN FACT START HALF OF THE ARGUMENTS! SO I’M FUCKING ASKING YOU SINCE YOUR YELLING WHAT DID I DO NOW?!?” He yells his face turning red.

“WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING GO ASK THE GIRL WHO YOU WAS CAUGHT HUGGING!” I scream turning around hitting the stove. I hear a scoff and a hand grabs my wrist turning me around looking down at me.

“THAT’S WHY YOUR YELLING?!? A FUCKING PICTURE?! A GODDAMN PICTURE?!” He asks and I try to walk away from him but he grabs me again turning me back around. He’s made it obvious he’s not letting this one go.

“YOU NEVER HUG ME LIKE THAT UNLESS ITS A SPECIAL OCCASION! LOOK AT HOW YOUR FUCKING HAND WAS ON THE SMALL OF HER BACK. DAMN HER BREAST WAS ALL ON YOU AND YOU JUST LET IT HAPPEN BUT IF IT WAS ME-”

“I ALWAYS HUG YOU LIKE THAT! AND IF IT WAS YOU I WOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING CARED! YOUR A VICTORIA SECRET BRA AND PANTY MODEL. GUYS AND GIRLS SEE YOU IN JUST YOUR UNDERWEAR. AND WHEN I CALL YOU OUT ON IT OR WHEN I EVEN SHOW MY DISTRESS YOU SAY I HAVE TO TRUST YOU BUT WHERE IS THAT DAMN TRUST NOW?!” He yells pushing me against the bar. I bite my lips to keep my whine from coming out as he locks his hands on both sides of me glaring down at me.

“I DO TRUST YOU I JUST-”

“IF YOU TRUSTED ME YOU WOULDLN’T FUCKING CARE HOW I HELD HER, HOW I LOOKED AT HER!” He says backing away from me turning around and throwing his beanie off revealing those perfect blonde locks.

“You don’t know how hard it is! I have to sit at home EVERYDAY! SEEING ALL THESE GIRLS AROUND YOU WANTING YOU CRAVING YOU AND HERE I AM THE WORLD KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT ME AND AND!” I say stopping myself as tears start to fill my eyes and he turns around looking as if I slapped him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING CRY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID LETS WAIT TO GO PUBLIC! THAT WAS ALL YOU! I ASKED. I FUCKING BEGGED AND YOU REASONED WITH THE FANS. THOSE SAME DAMN FANS LIKE THE ONE I GAVE A HUG TO YESTERDAY! AND THEN YOU COME AT ME LIKE THIS?! I TRY TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! I’M IN KOREA BUSTING MY ASS FOR YOU! GRINDING FOR YOU. FOR US! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!? WHEN YOU DO TAKE PICS WITH GUYS OR GIRLS IN JUST THEIR UNDERWEAR NOT SHOWING ANYTHING WITH THEIR HANDS ALL OVER YOU?!? ONLY I SHOULD BE ALOUD TO TOUCH YOU LIKE THAT! AND YET. YOU GET MAD ME BECAUSE I GRABBED HER like this?!” He ask resting his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t even notice him approaching me until he had his hand on me. I look up at him my heart beating fast from the way he’s staring at me. I can’t even look at him in the eyes. He sighs heavily wrapping both arms around my waist and grabbing my ass. I moan putting my hands on his chest trying to act like I’m not all that affected by what he’s doing to me. He raises his hand up to grab my chin making me look at him in his eyes. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and I part them for him.

“Daddy is so disappointed in you baby girl.” He says. I open my mouth to say I was sorry since guilt washed in that he was indeed right. But as soon as I try to say something he puts his finger to my lips silencing me.

“I don’t wanna hear you speak right now. Daddy is here now and it’s time for me to put you back in your place.” He says deeply. I groan as he backs from me grabbing my hand pulling me behind him upstairs. Each step is slow and I feel my heart hammer harder in my chest almost drumming in my ears.

When we get upstairs we go into my room and he shuts the door locking it. He lets my hand go and looks down at me. His eyes rake over my body and he licks his lips slowly. He walks behind me wrapping his arms around my waist pressing himself flush against me. He sweeps my hair to the side kissing my ear before he whispers in my ear.

“What does daddy expect from you when he gets home?” He asks sucking at my weak spot on my neck. I moan and he pinches my thigh hard bruising the skin.

“O-on the bed. On my hands and knees.” I say and he lets me go. I look up at him and he nods his head slowly. I walk over to the bed about to get on it but Namjoon stops me.

“As much as I like that outfit I want you to take off the shirt and shorts. Leave your socks on.” He says. I nod my head turning around to him looking down as I reach for my shirt my skin heating.

“Look at me when I do it. No my eyes jagiya.” He says softly but I can hear his dominance in the tone as well.

I sigh and I look at him holding eye contact my heart beating triplets as I take my shirt off still staring at him. I trail my hands down to the button on my shorts as he releases a deep sigh and I can see him poking through his pants. I try to keep his eye contact but my hands keep slipping because I’m already sweating so much. I look down at my shorts and I whine when he says my name in a threatening tone. I look up at him shaking my head.

“I-I can’t do it daddy. Please help me.” I say and he gives me a tiny smirk before he comes up to me. He pulls me to him roughly his hands hook around the front of my shorts.

He undoes my button as his brown eyes stare deep into my soul and he unzips it slowly making me release a gasp as he fingers brush over my panties. He drops to his knees slowly still keeping eye contact with me as he pulls my shorts all the way off and takes my feet out of them placing them beside us next to my shirt. He kisses up my body kissing my pussy through my panties and I finally have to break eye contact to keep myself from cumming.

“Do you know what you do to daddy?” He asks me licking my bottom lip but before I can even try to kiss him he moves back shaking his head and I whine.

“You were so mean to daddy. I don’t think I should have mercy on you. What do you think?” He asks me grabbing hard on my lace black panties. I squeal softly looking up at him.

“No mercy daddy.” I say softly.

He throws me on the bed hoovering over me grabbing my lips in a rough heated kiss. He pushes his hand against my throat choking me a bit as the kiss depends. He makes me drop my jaw with his thumb and he slips his tongue into my mouth quickly stating dominance. He grinds down into me, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind back up. He sucks at my tongue slow and deliberately trying to make it to where I need breath. He flicks his tongue over the rough off my mouth tracing the ridges. He licks over my teeth and bites my tongue before he pulls back our spit connecting our lips still.

He releases my throat looking down at me as he takes off his tank top throwing it to the ground revealing those nice smooth abs that every girl wants to see. He sits on the bed and pats his knee. I groan climbing to him and he places me over his left knee his hand groping and grabbing my ass. I bite into the covers with anticipation.

He brings his hand down roughly against my skin spanking me repeatedly. I feel the multiple stings on my ass cheeks as he continues to whoop me. He stops after a few minutes sliding my panties to the side pushing a finger deep inside of me.

“Don’t you dare moan yet or I will stop.” He says brushing his finger against my spot. I jerk forward a cry leaving my lips and he smacks my ass slamming me on my back looking at me.

“H-How can I not m-moan and your fucking with my spot!” I yell and he softens up a bit pulling me to his lap. I straddle his waist as I look down at him.

He pushes his finger into my mouth and I moan around the digit tasting myself. He unclips my bra with one hand pulling it from me and throwing it on the ground. He fixes me to where I’m on his knee and he removes his finger as he sucks at my neck again leaving more hickeys.

“Ride my knee baby.” He says softly.

I nod my head starting to grind my pussy against his knee as he cups my breast with his hands kissing and licking on them. I throw my head back in pleasure moans leaving my lips back to back as he closes his mouth around my left nipple first flicking that skilled tongue against the bud. He pulls on it with his teeth as well as nibble on it as his other hand plays and teases my free nipple. I grind harder against his knee feeling my wetness leak out but I don’t care at this point I just want him to fuck me. He releases my left nipple trailing kisses to my right one and repeating the same process. One of his hands slide up and down my spine as he sucks harder on my breast making me release more moans and shake under him.

He lets my nipple go placing me back on my back as he kisses down my body. He spreads my legs wide his eyes looking at the socks that reach up to my knees.

“Your so fucking sexy like this. I think it’s my turn to take my own photo’s of you for my collection.” I watch in horror as he pulls his touch screen out taking pictures of my naked body. I try to cover my breast and he looks down at me with warning. I whine raising my arms above my head letting him take more pics of me. He rolls me over placing my head down and my ass in the air taking more pictures of me as he slaps and kneads my ass.

He slides me back on my back placing his phone besides me as he shreds the panties off my body. I watch him lean down his head inches from my pussy as he looks up at me. He slides his tongue up and down my slit slowly and I grab the sheets looking down at him. He flicks his tongue against my clit repeatedly sucking on it. He nibbles on it and I hear him taking off his own pants and boxers. He slides his tongue inside my pussy and I moan his name loudly my hands finding themselves threading in his soft hair. He moans sticking his tongue deeper inside of me making my eyes roll back as he touches my spot softly with his tongue.

“D-daddy! H-haa! I-I’m so s-sorry!” I whine my eyes rolling back as he continues to eat out at my insides. He hums using his thumb to play with my clit as the other hand holds my waist down to keep me from squirming. He pulls back looking down at me a wicked grin on his lips as he leans over kissing me more. He pulls back after a bit his hands slowly drawing patterns on my thighs.

“If your sorry prove it. Use your mouth.” He says standing up and I see his angry red member. I sigh and he laughs at my expression beckoning me with his hand.

“All of it can fit in your mouth if you breathe through your nose.” I roll my eyes at him crawling over to face his leaking member.

I dart my tongue out licking away the precum. I look up at him and he’s biting his lips hard. I slide my mouth over his tip sucking harshly on it flicking my tongue though his slit. He throws his head back in pleasure as I take more of him in my mouth breathing through my nose. He hits the back of my throat and I let him rest there taking him in fully once before I pull back. He shivers as the cold air hits his flesh making me smirk a bit before I go back to sucking him off.

He laces his fingers in my hair snapping his hips into my mouth. He starts fucking my throat and I let him as I hollow my cheeks flicking my tongue against his veins. He goes faster fucking my throat raw. I groan humming around his length sending vibrations through him making him moan my name slowly. I feel him pulsate in my mouth repeatedly. I look up at him and he smirks down at me pushing himself back down my throat and it takes everything I have not to gag or choke. I swallow around him once and he cums in my mouth shooting his load down my throat. I groan swallowing it all as I pull off of his length slowly making sure I get up everything.

Namjoon walks into the closet and comes back with a clear butt plug. I whine and look off not wanting that thing no where near me. He sucks on it climbing on the bed pushing me on my back. He spreads my legs wide sliding it out of his mouth and pushing it slowly into my ass. I claw at the sheets looking up at him as he pushes it inch by inch inside of me. He holds my legs open for a bit just admiring the thing inside of me before he pulls on it making me whine softly.

He hooks his arms under my legs sliding his length up and down my slit biting my jaw. He groans softly poking at my entrance. He pushes in a bit. And pulls out. Pushes in a bit and pulls out getting me just the right amount of frustrated. He finally kisses me as he pushes all off his length inside my tight pussy one hand back at my throat as the other one holds my waist steady. He buries himself fully inside of me nibbling on my bottom lip before he lets go looking down at me. He pulls out and pushes his length slowly back into me. I place my legs around his waist trapping him close to my body. He groans grabbing my neck tighter before he starts to slowly thrust into me repeatedly. He slides me up until my head is hanging over the side of the bed he places both hands on opposites sides of my head holding the sides of the mattress burying his face in my neck as he pounds deeper and harder into my dripping pussy.

“GOD NAMJOON!” I cry digging my nails into his back tracing them up and down his back as he continues to slowly pound into me. My legs spread wide pressed against the mattress as he slides deeper into my pussy and I bite into his shoulder my voice shaking with pleasure. He moans my name deeply and that makes my stomach churn more as he continues thrusting into me.

I look up at him my hands grabbing at his locks as he continues to rock his hips into me. He grinds deep into me and he raises one leg above his shoulder pushing deeper and harder into me. He bites into my inside thigh pounding harder into me rolling his hips to hit my spot dead on.

“FUCK!” I scream out and he grabs one of my breast pounding harder into me. I grab onto his biceps dragging my nails down him and he groans placing both of my knees against my chest. He pulls out and slams back in hitting my spot and all I can think to do is cry out his name. He drives into me hard and fast making sure I feel every thrust every stroke of his dick inside of my pussy. The noise of skin slapping against skin sounds off in the room and I grab my ankles not knowing what else to hold onto. He leans over kissing me as he pinches my clit.

He picks me up holding me in his arms as he pounds up into me and I lock my hands around his neck. He drives into my spot harder and harder every thrust bringing me closer to my release.

“Are you going to cum for daddy?” He asks and I nod my head biting his bottom lip and he groans smirking a bit.

“Good girl.” He says softly. He places me against a wall one leg around his neck as the other goes back around his waist and my body slides up and down the wall as he fucks me like a rag doll.

“AHH! I’M C-CLOSE DADDY!” I cry out tangling my hands back in his hair as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

“That’s right you little slut. Come all over daddy’s dick.” I groan as he says other little nasty nothings into my ear. i feel myself squeeze my pussy around his dick. He rubs my clit hard before he pulls it between his fingers.

“NAMJOONNN!” I cry out my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cum. My orgasm hitting me hard and fast. He moans biting my bottom lip as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy.

“—-!” He shouts my name filling me to the brim and holding me against the wall as he makes sure to fill me up. He pants a bit both of our hearts racing and he carries me to the bed laying on his back as he lets me get on top. He stays buried inside of me and I look down at him. I reach around trying to take the plug out and he stops me.

“Don’t you dare.” He warns. I pout trying again and he flips me on my back.

He pulls out of me and slams back into me slapping my ass.

“Nonononono!” I whine feeling sore turned on and much much tired.

“Yes.” He says leaning down to bite my nipple.

“Rub your clit.” He demands.

I do as told rubbing my clit with my hand my toes curling up as I rub in time with his thrust. He circles his hips deep inside of me grinding against me his hips connecting to mine each time he pounds into me. His balls slap my ass as he thrusts harder into me. I try to take my hand from my clit and he grabs the back of my wrist making me keep it there as he looks down at me. My leg slides back up his chest resting on his shoulder and he bites my ankle making me moan.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUM!” I shout my body starting to convulse and squirm under this man as I feel my second orgasm approaching.

“Daddy wants to wreck his little girl.” He says adding his hand on top of mine making me rub my clit harder. He groans as he throbs and gets close to his second orgasm as well.

“DADDY!!” I cry out my eyes watering from my second orgasm being so powerful and stinging a bit.

“FUCK baby!” Namjoon moans filling me up again. I feel the warm liquid sliding back into me and some spilling out into the sheets. He thrusts into me a bit more before he pulls out. He finally slides the butt plug out of me and he places it on the bed. He sighs going to the bathroom getting me a clean towel cleaning me off as he kisses my face and cheeks. After he cleans me up he places the sheets in the washer and as soon as I try to help I feel the burn from my pussy and my ass. He sighs picking me up and placing me on the night stand until he finishes cleaning up. He smirks at me coming back to get me and we lay under the covers together as he plays in my hair pulling me to lay on his chest.

“You got to stop with that attitude. You know I only love you.” Namjoon says kissing my forehead.

“Blame Nina.” I whine my ass still feeling abused in a good way.

“Didn’t Nina also want to date me? But I choose you. And YOU decided to stay friends with that thing.” He says and I pinch his nipple.

“She keeps me company!” I try to reason looking down at him both of us yawning.

“Well this week I’m keeping you company.” He says kissing my lips.

“But I’m sore!”

“And every time you piss daddy off you will be sore.” He says silencing my once again with those pretty pink lips.

Regret || Jungkook

Request - Hi! Can I have an angst scenario where Jungkook gets over stressed and releases it on the reader? Thank you so much!!

Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre - Angst

Summary - Jungkook has been your husband for 3 months now, and when he gets back from work one day, he is cranky, speaking one of the regretful things he could ever say to you.


You blushed at the picture Jungkook had taken of you sleeping on his chest two mornings ago. He had sent it to you the moment he took it, and you just saw it. When you scrolled ahead, the rest of the gallery was simply filled with his selcas, all where he posed adorably with a cute pout or a smile on his face as you kept sleeping on him.

You smiled and shut your phone, looking at the clock. He was going to be home anytime soon.

Soon enough, you heard the front door creak open and the rustling of feet. You got up and made your way to the door, Jungkook in the midst of taking his shoes off when he almost fell, losing his balance. You reached just in time, holding his elbow so he wouldn’t fall. He stood straight and snatched his hand away, catching you off guard slightly.

‘Y/N, how many times have I told you to keep your shoes in the cabinet?’ He scolded, his voice slightly raised. You were standing behind him ready to pull his coat off, your hands suspended midway in the air.

You pulled his coat off, and muttered, ‘It’s just one pair, Jungkook..’ You looked at the flip flops on the floor. He pulled at his neck tie harshly, before rolling his sleeves up and walking to the living room.
You heard him yell back, 'I don’t care! Put them in!’

You obeyed and put the pair of flip flops into the shoe cabinet and went to your shared bedroom to hang his coat on the cloth stand.

You came out and saw his work bag still by the door. You picked it up and made your way across Jungkook as he was walking to the kitchen when he stopped you with a hash grip on your upper arm, 'Where are you taking the bag?’ He asked firmly and you just gave him a confused look.

'To the room?’

'Did I ask you to?’ His voice got lower as his gaze gave you threatening looks. You almost cowered.

'No, but-’

'Then why the fuck are you taking it?’ He cursed, and you flinched visibly. This was probably the first time you had heard him curse outside your bedroom.

'Jungkook, I-’

'Save it. Just leave it there.’ He didn’t let you speak and went into the kitchen.

You contemplated whether you should leave it by the door or take it to the room. Shrugging your shoulders you went to your room and kept the bag by the bed when you heard him yell again from the kitchen, 'Y/N!’

You went into the kitchen to see him standing with one hand rested against the counter and the other pinching the bridge of his nose. You stood at the door staring at him.

He didn’t open his eyes but he knew you were there.
'I come from a hard day at work, tired and hungry, and there’s nothing at home?’ His voice shook as he clenched his jaw trying not to let his anger surpass the limit.

'There aren’t any groceries at home.’ You reminded him, and that’s when he snapped.

'Then what the fuck were you doing this whole time?’ He yelled, his eyes wide and glaring at you.

You widened your eyes as well, as you were surprised he hadn’t remembered.

'Jungkook, I told you today morning there were no groceries and I even texted you, I can’t help it if you didn’t check your phone!’ You said, not raising your voice but just kept yourself firm.

He stared at you in disbelief, 'Oh, so it’s my fault now?’

'That’s not what I’m-’

'NO. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE SAYING.’ He screamed, his vein visible at his neck as he clenched his hand into fists.

'YOU THINK IT’S EASY FOR ME TO JUST CHECK MY PHONE AT WORK WHILE YOU FUCKING DO NOTHING AT HOME?’ He kept yelling, pointing an accusing finger at you, while your heart felt like it was stung.

'Jungkook-’ You started but he just cut you off again.

'JUST SHUT UP. I CAN’T TOLERATE THIS ANYMORE. ARE YOU EVER GOING TO BE OF ANY USE AT ALL?’ He bellowed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he widened his eyes at what he said. His mouth kept opening then closing, as searched for what to say.

You blinked the tears away from your eyes as you kept looking at him.

'I didn’t know I wasn’t of any use to you, Jungkook. I look after the house because I want to don’t I? I visit your parents weekly only because I’m bored don’t I? The whole time I’ve kept your food ready for you, it’s- It’s all for show, isn’t it?’ Your voice wavered towards the end, as your frame shook visibly.

'Y/N, I-’

'Save it.’ You muttered and went to your room, locking the door. Jungkook stood there, where you had left him, his hands in his hair as he regretted every single thing he told you.


A/N

It’s the angst season, you guys

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Jimon Coffee Shop AU

Author’s Note: For Theo. @petertheromaniwolf I love you happy birthday!! Idk if this is good but I hope you like it! Also, could this title have been better? Yes, but I’m an unoriginal bitch. 

Word count: 2.5k+

Ships: Jimon obvs and implied Clizzy and another one if you find it. 

Plot: Pls see the title. 

Simon stood behind the counter on a Saturday night, finally able to catch his breath as the crowd began to thin. He glanced at his watch—and groaned. There were two whole hours left. He was never going to cover for Clary again.

His eyes were starting to droop when what he hoped would be the last customer of the night came in. The boy seemed a little older than him, and his hair looked very swoosh-y.

“Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?” Simon asked, putting on his customer-smile.

“Um, actually, I saw the sign out front. I’m looking for a job?” Swoosh said.

“Oh, right.” Simon said, straightening up. “I’ll go get my manager.”

Simon walked over to the small door and knocked twice before he heard the faint “come in”.

“Luke?” Simon poked his head in. “A guy’s here about the job.”

“Alright, Simon, send him in.” Luke said, nodding his head at him.

Simon nodded back and left to tell Swoosh to head inside.

He made a black coffee and a frappucino for a really pissed off-looking guy and his friend and then played around on his phone for a while before Swoosh came back.

“Hey!” Simon grinned. “Did you get the job?”

Swoosh smiled back, small and cute. Simon noticed his eyes were really interesting. One of them was completely, brilliantly blue and the other was blue mixed with brown. They were one of the prettiest things Simon had ever seen.

He realized that he’d been staring and that Swoosh had said something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Swoosh smirked. “I said I start Monday. 4 pm.”

“Oh, nice!” Simon grinned. “That’s my shift too.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then.” Swoosh adjusted his jacket and made his way out the shop.

He’d almost left when Simon called out, “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

Swoosh turned around and flashed that smirk Simon was already getting familiar with. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

                                                      ~~~

For Jace, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Not only did he need the money, he was also mildly interested in the cute barista. He wasn’t really his type, with those glasses and the Harry Potter t-shirt but there was something about him.

He stepped into Garroway’s, breathing in the scent of coffee and sugary treats. He hopped over the counter before pulling his apron on.

There weren’t many customers so Jace cleaned up the counter and threw away the trash. Simon burst into the café’ at 4:30, breathless and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Jace bent down to grab an apron and threw it to Simon.

“Luke’s gonna kill me.” Simon mumbled, before tugging the apron on and joining Jace behind the counter.

“It’s fine, he doesn’t know.” Jace assured him.

“You didn’t tell him?” Simon asked, reaching over to grab a cup. His arm brushed against Jace’s, making him want to scream.

“No.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Oh.” Simon smiled before his eyes drifted to his name tag. Jace noticed it was a different smile. Not the smile he’d showed the first time he’d seen him. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jace let out a noise that sounded more like a laugh than a scoff. “Customers.” He said, nodding towards the group of teenagers that had just entered.

“Right.” Simon sighed. “I hate these ones. They always have the most complicated orders.”

He put on his charming customer smile as they approached the counter. “Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?”

As promised, the kids all had extremely complicated orders and Jace struggled to keep them all in his head. The café’ he’d worked at before only had normal things like coffee and cappuccino, not freaking unicorn dream flower soy latte half and half extra shot of espresso macchiatos. That’s probably why they closed.

Simon, however, was completely at ease, having done this a million times.

“You need any help?” He asked Jace.

“No.” Jace responded, starting to make the first drink.

“Really? Because you look like you need some help.” Simon insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” Jace responded, grabbing a packet of sugar.

“No!” Simon shouted, grabbing Jace’s hand before he could pour the sugar into the drink.

“What?” Jace said, annoyed. And he was also a little bit flustered because his hand was still inside Simon’s.

“That guy will kill you if you add sugar to his coffee.” Simon warned.

“But he asked for extra sugar?” Jace asked, confused.

“No, that was his boyfriend.” Simon said.

Jace groaned. “I give up.”

Simon smiled, softly. “How about you accept my help and just do what I tell you?”

“Fine.” Jace mumbled. “Thanks, or whatever.”

“Okay.” Simon chuckled and pulled his hand—and the packet of sugar—away.

Jace decided he liked his hands better when Simon was holding them.

                                                      ~~~

It had been a couple weeks since Jace started working at Garroway’s and he was finally able to keep up, according to Simon.

He no longer went into the bathroom to scream when someone gave him a super-long order and he didn’t secretly record those orders on his phone either.

He was making progress.

He and Simon had gotten fairly close during their time working together, as they did have to spend about 5 hours together five days a week.

Maybe we should start hanging out outside of work, Simon thought. I mean, we’re friends now, right? And friends hang out all the time.

Although, Simon had to admit, he’d thought about being more than friends a couple times. There wasn’t much to not like about Jace. He tried to be all cool and badass but Simon knew he was just a puppy in a leather jacket.

“Um, hel-lo?” The obnoxious voice snapped Simon out of his daze.

“Hi.” He said to the middle-aged woman glaring at him. “What can I get you?”

“Ugh, are you really going to make me repeat my order?” The woman snapped.

“Sorry, I just, um, had something on my mind.” Simon apologized.

“Clearly.” The woman pursed her lips before repeating her order.

“Uh, your name please?” Simon asked, once she was done.

The woman groaned. “Are you serious?!” She was starting to get loud now. “I’ve been here for the past three days and you don’t even remember my goddamn name!”

“I’m sorry but we get loads of customers everyday .“ Simon said, trying not to show his frustration.

“Whatever. “The woman rolled her eyes. “It’s Karen.”

Simon heard a snort and turned to see Jace watching the exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Simon subtly mouthed “helped me” which only made Jace laugh more.

“Um, could you faggots stop eye-fucking each other and start making my order?” Karen snapped.

Both Simon and Jace snapped their necks towards her. Suddenly, the glee in the air had disappeared.

“Excuse me.” Jace licked his lips, eerily calm and his eyes steely. “What did you just say?”

“That kind of language really isn’t necessary.” Simon said.

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?” Karen demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. The line behind her was getting longer and everyone was shooting her disapproving looks. “That’s all you fags do, anyway.”

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now.” Jace said. Simon noticed his hands were clenched tightly, the veins popping in his arm.

“What?” Karen seemed bewildered. “Listen, I’m not gonna get discriminated against by the likes of you! I demand to see your manager.”

“Listen.” Simon said forcefully. “Either you leave right now or this is gonna turn ugly.”

“Bring me your manager!” Karen screamed.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Everyone turned around to glance at Luke, who’d appeared behind Simon. Karen took one look at Luke and the corners of her lips turned down.

Jace shuffled closer to Luke and quietly explained the situation.

Luke sighed and glanced at Karen. “Mam, we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. Please leave.”

“And why should I take orders from…you?” Karen folded her arms and looked at Luke as though he was something disgusting.

“Okay, that’s it.” Simon said. “Get out.”

“Why should—?”

“Get out now. Or we will call the cops.” Jace said, shifting closer to Simon. He took Simon’s shaking hand into his behind the counter and Simon could breathe again.

“Fine!” The woman yelled, turning to march out. “But I’m leaving the worst review on Yelp!” She shouted before she left.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jace mumbled, running his other hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you guys get going?” Luke suggested. “Your shift is almost over, anyway.”

“Luke, are you sure?” Simon asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”

“Alright, then.” Simon removed his apron and Jace did the same.

The other customers kept staring at them as they left the store. Simon was fairly sure he’d see this event from their perspective on Tumblr or Twitter.

Simon breathed the cold night air in and leaned against the wall. Jace stood just in front of him, his eyes focused on him.

“Well, that was fucking awful.” Simon said. Jace nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to go get a drink?” Jace asked after a while.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes! I mean, uh, sure.” He tried and failed at not letting his glee show.

“Okay.” Jace smiled and held out his arm. Simon chuckled before taking it. “Let’s go.”

                                                           ~~~

Jace woke up in what was not his bed in what was not his room. He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was a complete mess, with clothes and CDs lying everywhere. There were loads of posters on the walls and a picture of Simon and a red-haired girl on the nightstand.

Was it his girlfriend? Did Simon have a girlfriend?

More importantly, why was he in Simon’s bedroom? They hadn’t..…of course not. Jace was still wearing his clothes from last night.

“Oh, you’re up.” Jace looked up to see Simon in a band t-shirt and sweat pants, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Too loud.” Jace mumbled, rubbing his head. “Why am I here?”

“You got black-out drunk last night and I didn’t know where you lived and also I couldn’t just leave you in the club because bad things happen to pretty boys in clubs so I brought you here.” Simon said. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Jace tried hard not to concentrate on the fact that Simon called him pretty.

“Simon.” Jace licked his lips. “Last night. Did we—?”

“No.” Simon said firmly. “Like I said, you were black-out drunk.”

“Oh, okay.” Jace relaxed. He would’ve liked to remember if it had happened.

“So we don’t have work today or anything so do you wanna hang out?” Simon asked. “We could order in some pizza, watch some movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jace grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We’re gonna have to start with Star Wars though.” Simon said.

“Sounds good.” Jace nodded. “I’ve never seen it though.”

“I’m not even surprised.” Simon shook his head. “But it’s alright. I can show you a whole new world.”

“Don’t quote Aladdin at me.” Jace said, finally rolling out of bed.

“So you’ve seen Aladdin but not Star Wars.” Simon said. “You truly are a mystery, Mr.Lightwood.”

“Shut up.” Jace mumbled, smiling. “Where’s your bathroom? I wanna take a shower.”

“Oh, right.” Simon straightened up but not really. “Follow me.”

“I hope it won’t be as filthy as your bedroom.” Jace said as Simon opened the door. His apartment was slightly bigger than Jace’s.

“It won’t be as filthy as your mind.” Simon responded.

“I’m an angel.” Jace responded, looking around at the bathroom. It was fairly clean.

“Well, you definitely have the hair for it.” Simon said. “Oh, by the way, towels are inside and there’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. Oh and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Cool.” Jace said. “Thanks.”

Jace had just finished brushing his teeth when Simon returned with a bunch of clothes. He smiled at him in the mirror and Simon smiled back before leaving.

While he was in the shower, Jace tried and remembered some things from last night. He had drunk a lot but he never really was careful and also he was super pissed off with Karen, the straight white asshole.

He also remembered other things, like his arms around Simon’s waist as they danced and his lips ghosting over his neck. He remembered how many times they’d almost kissed but Simon kept stopping it, claiming Jace was too drunk. Maybe they had at the end. Who knows? Certainly not Jace.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off before pulling on the clothes Simon had left him. They fit him well but were probably a bit loose on Simon, which was adorable to him for some reason.

He got out of the bathroom and found Simon in the kitchen, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

And suddenly, he had to know.

“Simon.” He said, making the other boy glance at him. “Who’s the girl in the picture? On your nightstand?“

Simon gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jace asked, starting to feel awkward.

“That’s Clary! You’ve seen her like a million times! She works at Garroway’s too and um, in case you didn’t know, she’s dating your sister.” Simon said.

“Oh.” Jace said. “Oh.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Simon said, putting down the popcorn and rummaging in the cupboards.

Jace bit down on his lip. He had another question on his mind now.

“Simon.” He said. The other boy hummed in response.

“Simon.” He said again, making him turn around.

“What?” Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Did I kiss you last night?”

“No.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “But you can now if you want to.”

And so he did.

And it was a moment he would play over and over again in his head for days to come and something he would remember for the rest of his life.  

Overboard | 5

So throw yourself out to me…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him. Part 1 2 3 4

Meanwhile back home…

While everything seemed fine on the ship, things back home were just heating up. Madison had been on constant watch under the eyes of the towns police. Rod made it an everyday thing to knock 5 times on her door at 12 pm, 3 pm, and 6 pm. Each time he knocked, he tried to convince her to let him in just to scope out the house for any sign of where Y/N could be. Since running away, they have sent out a missing person’s report for her. Each night, their local police called other stations to post the missing persons report on their walls and even all over their own towns. Nobody had come forward yet though, and the only person who knew for certain where she possibly could be, was Madison.

At exactly 3 pm, Rod was again banging on Madison’s door, as she was cleaning up the house. She huffed and pushed back her sweaty hairm, swinging open the door but kept the screen in front of it locked.

“What excuse is it this time?” She asked, clearly over the whole situation.

“We’ve gotten new complaints from your neighbors saying they’ve heard your daughter consistently crying in your household everynight. And they say it goes on for hours Madison.”

“She’s a freaking baby Rod. She’s only 5 months old she’s going to keep crying no matter what I do. I have no help, I’m doing this by myself so you can only imagine how hard this is for me. Who are these ‘complaints’ coming from anyways? I want some names.”

“That doesn’t matter, what does matter is that many of them have deemed you an unfit mother to your daughter.” Madison just rolled her eyes, knowing that these complaints were an obvious hoax that he had made up. She knew she was a good mother. She had gone through the entire pregnancy, birth, and now parenting part of her child’s life all on her own. And her baby was a well behaved 3 month old who was growing everyday healthly and happily, and it was all because of her.

“And your point?”

“My point is, we’re working on getting a permit to search your house, and when we do, now you’ll finally have to let us in.” He smiled at her through the screen, a devilish smile showing that he had finally cracked her as Madison swallowed trying not to look phased. She still had to keep up the act that she didn’t know anything of where her best friend was.

Madison instantly shut the wooden door in Rod’s face, still hearing his cynical laughter from outside. A few stomps of footsteps were heard, and then the engine of a car and the tires screetching, him driving away too fast for comfort, thinking he was probably on his way to rub in his coworkers faces how he taunted her. She soon heard her daughter whining from the kitchen where she was sat on her highchair.

“Hold on Bella, momma’s coming.” She said softly to herself running to her child.

-

At almost exactly 6 o’clock, Madison finished cooking dinner for herself and was preparing a bottle for Bella when she heard that infamous knocking, only this time, it was harsher. She could just feel the screen cracking beneath his bare hands. She wiped her hands clean first and then went to open the door slowly. There stood not just Rod, but 3 other officers, and him. She breathed in heavily, her jaw stretching out to look unafraid.

“I see you’ve brought some friends.”

“And this, sweetheart.” He held up the warrant, signed and all, allowing them full access to search her house. “So, now under our command, open the door. Please.” He smized at her. Her notrils flaired as her hand slowly went to unlock the screen door, and pushed it open for the men to come inside.

“Come in gentlemen. But if you don’t mind I do have to feed my daughter because if you all haven’t remembered, I’m a single mom. Nobody else is going to do it.” She said with minor sarcasm. Frowning strongly at all 5 men who scattered throughout her 1 story house. All he did, was stand in her living room, staring her down with crossed arms.

She studied him carefully, taking in his distressed appearance. His blue work shirt had one side tucked into his pants and the other hanging about, his sleeve was rolled up more than the other, his hair was wet looking and sticking to his forehead, and the vein on the right side of his neck portruded, scaring her of how angry he really was.

“Well, you did it. You finally cracked me and now you’re in my house. What is your plan now?” He stepped closer to her, cornering her to the wall.

“It’s to find out where that little bitch ran off to. Once I find her, and you know I will, I’m taking you both down.” His hot breath fanned over her face, reeking of whiskey. She coughed and wove her hand in front of her nose but this only irritated him more. He shoved his forearm up to her neck, making her squeal. Her sudden need for air made it difficult to stay calm, and now she was full on panicking. “She needs me Madison, you know that. Without me she’s nothing, just like you’re nothing without your precious little baby. When we prove that you know where she is, you’ll be sent to jail and that little mistake of yours will be put away in a foster home and I’ll seek that you never get her back.” He pushed his arm further into her neck, Madison’s hands cupping it, trying to get even the tiniest amount of air in her lungs to speak.

“Y-you really think she n-needs you?” She laughed at him, then her eyes turned dark and her face got closer to his spitting at him. His arm disengaged and she finally had room to breath. She hovered over her knees taking in huge quantities of air to fill up her lungs once more. “Don’t think for a second that I’m scared of you. Y/N isn’t either. If she was, she wouldn’t have ran away. If anything, you are nothing without her. That’s why you’re trying so hard to find her right? Because without her you’re a pathetic, lonely excuse for human being.” Her voice was quiet next to his ear, but was strong with emotion that she truly felt, and before his raising hand could even slap her, Rod had jogged back to the living room with the one device she forgot to hide…her phone.

“Look what we found sitting next to her daughters crib. We obviously don’t know the password but, look at who tried to call her earlier.” He leaned over Rod’s shoulder to see Madison’s notifications which read a few from social media but one very important name at the very top.

“Now, I don’t know how many Y/N’s you know but, I’m thinking this is her, right?” Rod looked at him faking a confused face, then back at Madison who was now breathing so heavily through her nose that it was the only sound being made throughout the house and for once, Bella stayed quiet.

“I knew it.” He snatched the phone and marched up to Madison, kneeing her in the stomach, watching her fall to his feet coughing profusely. The other men stood back and only watched, almost amused at her dismay. He bent down to her, his face red and more veins were shown popping out from every angle. “You’re going away Madison, and Y/N will be all mine. You tried, but you didn’t succeed, and now you’re paying for it.” He said through gritted teeth, and stomp her hand that she was using to try to stand back up. She yelped out in pain, falling over completely as she held her purple colored hand. Tears now spilled from her eyes and landed on her carpet covered floors, but it wasn’t just tears of pain, but tears of fear, and sadness. She failed. She failed to keep the only other person she loved in her life safe, and now she was destined again for danger.

All the men soon left with her phone still in his hand, as her baby began crying again. She sighed, using her one good hand to bring herself up with enough strength. She caressed Bella’s face, smiling sadly at her precious bundle of joy. “We’re going on a trip baby. We’re going to see your aunty Y/N.”

-

Y/N’s POV

“She didn’t answer.” I said sadly, laying my phone on bed, plopping down next to it. Ethan stood by my door leaning on the frame, as if he was asking me to come in. “You can come in…”

“How do you feel now? Knowing that I know…” He asked carefully, sitting down on the edge of my bed softly. I shielded my eyes with my arms, frustrated yet more relaxed now that I didn’t have to keep up a lie with him.

“I feel…confused. You know now, but what good does that do? He’s still searching for me, still out there pining for clues as to where I’ve run of to. Madison didn’t even answer the phone when I called her and that’s never a good sign.” I propped myself up and sat my back against the headboard, bringing my knees to my chest. Ethan scooted closer to me, and rested a hand on my head running it through my hair. “Everything has changed between us.” I whispered to him behind my knees that felt like gates guarding myself.

“Nothing has to change.” He reassured me. “I’m still not going anywhere, I’m not going to be angry or upset with you, and I’m going to still feel for you how I feel right now.” His hazel eyes stared into my dark ones, somehow twinkling in the badly lit room.

“And how do you feel for me.” I wasn’t dumb, I knew Ethan was growing feelings for me. That’s what I was scared of; falling for someone else while bringing them into the mess of my past. Ethan didn’t deserve that. He deserved a girl with minimal to no baggage, life ahead of her, ready to set out on adventure and create new memories with him with no problems getting in the way that wasn’t their own. But I couldn’t deny it; I was already in too deep with him.

“Something I haven’t felt for a girl in a long time.” He was leaning in now, his hand somehow found it’s way to my chin pulling it up slightly to match his mouth. I was shaking under his touch, and my lips became dry at the sight of his perfect ones just waiting for me. “Please tell me you feel it too.” My eyes began to water as I nodded my head, and felt unfamiliar but comforting and loving lips of Ethan Dolan on mine. He made sure to keep it soft and quick, pulling back to rest his forehead on mine. I hadn’t realized that I was crying until I felt water on my lips and seeping into my mouth.

This was different, it felt wrong but only because I was brainwashed into thinking I could never love another. But he wasn’t here. There was no yelling, no hitting or smacking, no threats of any kind. For once I didn’t feel unsafe or in danger, I could smile without being screamed at, and I could feel the passion within Ethan’s kiss that I never felt with him.

I felt like I was home.

Movie Affair

Chapter V

Current obsession; Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Summary: Life as a young actress was hard, but when you get a part in a promising movie and reunite with the man you’ve fantasized about since you were 15 things get harder. At first it’s like every dream you ever had is coming true. But reality pulls you down from cloud nine as you start to fall for the one guy you weren’t supposed to.

WARNINGS: Good ol’ cliché, language and a bit of teasing.

A/N: Whatever is in italics isn’t the readers point of view. Please cooperate with me and imagine Aaron doesn’t have dreadlocks in that gif 😅. It was the best one I could find.

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“I want you to know,” I press my shoe deeper on his throat and straddle his arm against my body, twisting it. “I’m not somebody you can mess with. Are we clear Jack?” He nods taping my leg repeatedly and I let go of my grip. He lays on the floor breathing heavily and I rest my hands on my knees. My body slightly trembling.

“Aaand that’s a wrap everybody! Good job you can go home for the day.” Ross (aka Jack) and I sigh relieved. I help him up and we smile. “I beat your ass” I say and he shakes his head. “Only because the script says you do” he says in a laugh and I roll my eyes. It might’ve been true, because I didn’t know crap about fighting. But I wasn’t about to admit that

“You don’t think I could beat your ass?” I ask kicking an eyebrow up, he chuckles looking at me “You can beat this ass any day you want” He says winking, having me laugh hysterically “Walking away now” I say heading towards my trailer.

Before I can reach the small stairs Liz, the girl from costume calls me. “Hey, uh, wanted to invite you for dinner tonight cuz you know. First week is over yay! Most of the cast & crew is going.” She says all too quickly. “Dinner huh, sounds like fun” I say nodding and she smiles, starting to walk away.

“Ok, I’ll text you and send someone for you. Don’t forget to hang your costume outside!” She says and jogs away. It was early, do I could head back to the hotel and spend some time at the beach or at the pool before getting ready for dinner.

I change quickly into shorts and a tank top, calling for an Uber. I hang the costume on my door as I make my way out. It was 1:00pm so if I was quick my chances of getting a tan where still high. I waited some minutes for my lift and got to the hotel in 10 more .

Getting down from the car my phone vibrates on my pocket. I take a look at it jogging inside the hotel. The screen reads Dad so I ignore it and put it back on my pocket. My dad and I… well, let’s just say he wasn’t too happy that I left home at such a young age. Or that I didn’t study for a “real” career. “What will you do when you’re not pretty and young anymore?” “You have the brains to do something better.” Were usually his opening lines. And today I wasn’t in the mood for that.

Once in my room I take off my clothes and put on a bathing suit with matching swimming shorts. I grab my glasses, a towel and my phone. Staring at my dad’s missed called. I bite my lip. We hadn’t talked in a while, since I moved out to be exact. That was some very long months ago. I took a breath looking outside a glass window towards the pool. For him to put his ego down and actually call me was a lot. I bet it was important, otherwise he would have just told one of my brothers to check in.

Sighing I walks towards my bed and sit down, pressing the call button. Two rings after he picks up. “And then my only daughter decided to enlighten me with a call.” He says and I roll my eyes, not able to contain a small smile. “Dad” “Daughter” I chuckle dryly. “You called sir?” “Yes indeed Y/N, there are family news” he says excitedly and I frown. “What’s going on?” I ask

“Your brother is going to propose to his girlfriend” his voice sounds full of pride and I take a wild guess “Sebastian?” I ask.

My dad snorts and laughs “You’re smarter than that sweetheart”.

My eyebrows kick up “Chris and Daneel?”

“Chris and Daneel” ha affirms

“That’s so great! I’ll call him right away”

“Eh eh, hold that thought, the girl hasn’t accepted yet.”

“She won’t say no to him dad, they’ve been together what? Three or five years?”

“I don’t know baby but we are having an expensive dinner with her family. So he can ask her then.”

“She has a huge family dad!”

“Yes she does, which is why I’ll ask you to bring someone, a boyfriend, a girlfriend, I don’t care.”

“Dad I’m filming a movie right now, I can’t just take off whenever I want.”

“It’ll just be a day, I know you’re far away but this is a happy moment, for all of us.” he insists

“In case you haven’t heard, Miami and Nevada aren’t that far away.” I mumble.

“You’re filming in Miami?” He asks low-key surprised

“Yeah I am.” I bite my lip.

“How.. how’s that going?” I frown

“Filming is going great dad… Um, until now I’m just a bit of a bad ass, so nothing too challenging.”

“That sounds nice sweetheart.” His voice is suddenly low and absent.

“Everything alright?” I ask unsure.

“Yeah, yeah. Just.. thinking about your mom.”

“Oh” I look down at my thighs and take a breath “Well listen I was about to go down to the pool so, I’ll think about it. I’ll ask at work if I can take two days and try to go alright?” I offer.

“Yes honey please, it’ll mean a lot to your brother. And we all haven’t seen you in a while.” I sigh at his low sad tone.

“I’d like seeing you all as well dad,”

“Well” he seems to regain his excitement “It’s in three weeks, you let me know sweets.” “I will dad” I smile to myself “Love you” “Love you too babygirl”

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As soon as my feet touch the water I’m ready to get in. The sun was hot and there were just a few kids playing on the shallow part so I took the swimming pants off. Realizing later there were some guys playing volleyball a few feets away from the pool, some of the checking me out. I sat on the edge and eventually pushed myself in, ignoring their gazes until they went away. Relaxing almost instantly, it was a shame I couldn’t bring a drink to the water.

I swim on my back from side to side, closing my eyes, enjoying the sound of peace. When a splash of water to my face disrupts said thing.

I open my eyes expecting to see some little kid messing around but instead there’s no one. Huh, maybe he ran away. I close my eyes again when I feel bubbles tickle my back. I frown ready to move but a strong arm holds me around the waist and submerged me. What the actual hell.

I fight against it but the person it’s obviously way stronger than I am so I try to squirm away, but nothing. I start freaking out but this person pulls us both to the surface, pressing me against it’s chest. I gasp for air as a laugh shakes this person’s body.

“You didn’t see that coming?” He asks with a sokovian accent and my mouth drops. I start hitting his chest angrily “What the fuck Johnson!? You scared the hell outta me!” I yell trying to twist around to give him a good slap but his other arm keeps me in place. I feel him lean into my neck and I tremble when I feel his hot breath.

He’s gonna say something but he finds himself stopping. I want to ask what is he doing, but I don’t want him to stop doing it.

He wants to ask why does she get like this when he is close… Why is she so responsive to his actions. But he doesn’t, he knows I’d be inappropriate. And he isn’t sure if he’d know what to do with the answer. So instead he says

“Sorry bout that, but I need you to turn around, laugh and kiss my cheek or hug me or something, like if we were together.” He says lowly and I blink repeatedly. He wanted me to what. “Why?” I whisper, afraid that if I speak up someone might here. Even if everyone was feets away.

“Cuz there are some trouble looking guys checking you way too much and I’d hate for them to do something.” His voice is deep, he sounded sort of mad. My breathing falters as he let’s go of me and I stress under my skin. What the hell was I gonna do?! I slowly turn doubting my every step. My skin seems to want to burn off. I lock eyes with him, trying to hide the troubled look on my face. Was I scared of the men checking me out? Was I scared of what I was about to do? Was my heart pounding agaisnt my chest? Was I even breathing?! WHO THE HELL KNEW? Certainly not me. I put my arms around his neck walking closer. I don’t look at him, I’m focused on not giving myself away on how much I actually wanted him. His hands travel to my waist again and making me gaze towards him. “You’re scruff is really coming together” ugh me and my annoying ass mouth. Hell I said that for? He chuckles

“I can practically feel your heartbeat” he says and I smile nervously. “I’m just scared of those guys” I lie. Aaron was here, I was in his arms, if it came to that I was feeling rather safe really. “They won’t do anything as long as I’m here” he assures me and grabs my chin for emphasis. “That’s why I’m doing this Y/N ” he clarifies and I nod. He just 《had》 to remind me of this fact, internally i roll my eyes. Well then, if this was my only chance…. I might as well make a good use of it. I start leaning in, asking myself if I had the balls to do it. Would I truly kiss him? Take advantage of a situation like that? Oh God. I get a feeling on the out of my stomach, I look at his lips and when I’m milimeters away from them he wets them making my breath falter again. But I dodge them and rest my chin on his collarbone instead. Blood rushes through my head like crazy, I can feel it pumping through my veins and Aaron’s hand stress around my waist. I breathe in and out deeply, loudly, like if all this time I’d been holding my breath. And hell maybe I was

What now? I push away and chuckle, Aaron’s lips are pressed together and I play with the hairs on the back of his neck. I smile, did I just tease him?

“You really suck at acting” He says and my smile falters. “You think that’s convincing enough?” He says pulling me closer and I swallow hard. Oh shit this was really turning me on. I put my hands on his chest now, like if I was going to actually create resistance in the event of him kissing me. And for a moment I thought he was. But my BIG mouth had to go ahead and ruin that. “What if I don’t wanna convince them?” I teased and he frowned “Perhaps I like the attention.” I say smirking. I OBVIOUSLY did not, I don’t even know why I said that? Why was I still talking? Why did I even speak on the first fucking place. Aaron’s face falls completely and he lets go of his hold on me. Making me feel empty for a second.

“You should really be more careful” He says with a tone of angry on his voice. “I won’t always be around to look after you like a little kid.” He says and walks to the edge, getting out of the pool and leaving me there with my mouth half open.

What the hell had I done?

I see him walk towards the guys who are playing volleyball and join them. I blink fiercely a few times. I screwed up. Me and my BIG fucking mouth and screwed up and great fucking opportunity. I could feel it. And I wanted to kick myself for it. I get out with every intention of going back to the room. But I take a look at the water once more, so I simply put my pants on and dive in head first instead. Taking my time I sit at the bottom of the pool and let all of my air out slowly, calmy.

He finds himself looking over at the pool. At the very same spot where she dived in. Head running with thoughts. He worries when she won’t come out but relaxes when she emerges, taking a deep breath. He smiles, she was beautiful. He knew she truly didn’t like the attention, but he would act mad at her just a little longer. See where that takes him.

She repeats the little ritual over and over, until she’s relaxed again. And a few hours later she gets that text from Liz. She knew what she was gonna do, go out that night, drink, have some fun and even attempt getting lucky. Thinking maybe if she could get laid, her want for Aaron would go away. But oh how wrong she was.

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Phase

HER POV


Harry had been home for about a week and in those few days we made sure to spend each day together. We’d been a couple for almost half a year and so far everything’s been great. A few petty fights here and there but we never let each other sleep without making up.

Harry. Oh how sweet that boy is. He’d call every night to ask me how my day was whenever he was on tour, he’d send me chocolates or flowers whenever I’m feeling sad and all sorts of things I didn’t ask of him. I tried telling him to stop but he just waves me off and tells me he likes to spoil me. ’It’s the least I could do when I’m far away from you.’ He’d say. He is always there to support me and lately he’s been extra clingy because of his nearing flight back to L.A.

I was sprawled on my side of the bed as I waited for him to return from the bathroom. Out of nowhere, I felt an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach and it’s not because of his departure tomorrow but of something else. Recently, a thought occurred to me while I was scrolling through twitter. I was recounting all of Harry and I’s escapades in the course of our relationship when this certain thought came into mind. I knew Harry noticed my odd behavior but he didn’t ask about it. He knew better than to pry. Ever since that certain thought appeared on my mind, I couldn’t shake it off. It made me restless and moody that sometimes I didn’t felt up to par to join Harry whenever he suggests going out. We always remained inside the house either watching a movie or doing our own things. And in those days, I missed him. He tried cheering me up. Sometimes it worked, other times not so much. But nonetheless, he made the effort and I appreciated it. Somehow, I grew a little bit distant from him.

Harry emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as he shook his hair out of his face. His curls had gotten long that it touched his shoulders and he still managed to look good. Hot even. Only Harry. I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but stare at his glistening body as he pulled on a pair of boxers and hung his towel on the back the chair before walking towards the bed. “Hey,” he smiled at me, crawling on the bed and shuffling towards me until he was close enough to pull me into his arms. He plants his face on the crook of my neck and places a kiss there as I run my fingers through his damp hair. “How was your day?”

“Good. How about yours?”

“Same as usual.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes before continuing to tell me what his day consisted of. I liked listening to him ramble endlessly about work because you could hear the passion leaking in every word he said, his eyes light up and over all, his face just glows. He truly loved his work along with the boys who share the same passion as him.

Not long after, Harry fell asleep mid-story due to the evident exhaustion in his eyes. I smiled at his peaceful features before detaching myself from him, feeling a bit hot. As I rolled on to my side, that unsettling feeling appeared again. I sighed. I am starting to hate this feeling because my anxiety levels are rising and it’s not helping me fall asleep. I tossed and turned trying to find a good spot for me to sleep in but I couldn’t find one. Frustrated, I reached for my phone and decided to do a bit of reading but was greeted with a ton of notifications on twitter. Basically, it’s just fans tagging me pictures of Harry and I or just Harry. I clicked on one video that showed a brief timeline of our relationship. It seems so long ago when I first met Harry and right now everything feels natural. In some way, that thought didn’t sit well with me and caused me to overthink things. Again. (Unfortunately, I was a pro at overthinking.)

I felt restless. I faced Harry and started drinking in his features. All those slopes and dents, those eyebrows pulled low on his forehead revealing a little crease in between. How did I get so lucky? I sighed. I hadn’t realized how much of a ruckus I was making until Harry shifted and stretched his arms out, reaching for me. “Baby,” he wiggled his fingers. “C'mere.”

I scooted closer to him and he immediately enveloped me into his warm embrace. Even though his arms were comfortable, it didn’t solve the battle happening inside of me. I couldn’t enjoy nor relax and it’s driving me crazy.

Sensing my discomfort, he asked “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

A frown etched upon his face when I looked up at him. “What’s bothering you?”

“It’s really nothing, Haz.” I tried to convince him. “You have an early flight tomorrow, you need to get some rest.”

His brows were pulled even lower on his forehead as he studied my face. “It’s because I’m leaving, isn’t it? I told you-”

“No!” I interrupted, causing him to widen his eyes in confusion. “It’s fine. Really. It’s not like I won’t be seeing you in a few days. You have to go to work and I just have to finish up here before flying to you.” I said more calmly.

“I know. But it feels like you’re hiding something from me.”

“It really is nothing, H.” I smiled. Hoping that he’d finally give up and drop the subject. “Don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so…” he sighed. “Turn around.” I did as told and he pulled my body close to him, spooning me. His familiar arms sent a wave of warmth through my body that somehow eased my mind. I missed his snuggles in bed whenever he’s away. I tend to grab a shirt he had worn and spread it on the empty space beside me. Of course, it doesn’t compare to the real thing.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” I couldn’t help but sigh.

“What, cuddling? You know you could just ask for some and I’d be happy to give you a lot.”

“Yes and no,” I giggled. I am very much aware of his love for cuddles. But our light mood suddenly died down when my mouth started talking on its own. “I meant this phase that we’re in.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about.” He gave a nervous laugh and tightened his hold on my body, placing a lingering kiss on my bare shoulder. It only made me feel worse.

“This ‘new-in-the-relationship-phase’ where everything is sweet and perfect. Where we’d go the extra miles for each other just to make one of us happy.” A lot of things were swirling through my head, I’m not even sure if I’m making sense.

“Is that what you think this is? That all of this is just in the beginning and that somewhere down the road I wouldn’t go the 'extra mile’ to make you happy?” His voice was full of confusion and hurt. Suddenly, he retracted his arm making me turn on my side and face him. “I don’t know where all of this is coming from but you are wrong.” He pursed his lips and exhaled through his nose as he tried to reign in his anger.

“It’s not like that,” I started. “But I can’t help but think something is bound to go wrong. There’s always a glitch in the system, Harry. But I know I’d always go that extra mile for you.”

“And you think I won’t?”

I didn’t know what to say. All of these thoughts are messing with my head and it’s clouding my judgement. All of my pent up emotions that I’ve been feeling ever since Harry’s arrival came crashing down on me. The frustration, anger, sadness and doubt fought its way to my system demanding to be felt. On top of that, I made Harry angry and he’s leaving soon adding to the stress I’m feeling right now. I burst into tears.

Harry’s eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He immediately pulled me up into a sitting position and started rubbing my arms and back, trying to calm me. “I’m s-sorry!” I blurted out. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. It’s just that I’m afraid that far into this relationship you’d get too comfortable. A-and when that happens it’ll be just like a routine and it’ll feel like it’s out of obligation t-to do things for each other. It always turns out like that, Harry. It’s always like that.” I was a blubbering mess. My arm flailed around while my hands kept making wild gestures that I’m sure did not made any sense.

“Hey, hey” he smooths my hair and wipes my tear streaked face. “Calm down, love. Don’t cry.” His expression was pained at seeing me in this state and he didn’t know what to do. “What are you talking about?”

I tried to calm down my breathing before I voice out my thoughts to him. “6 months, 7, 8, a year into the relationship, you both get too comfortable around each other that the other just doesn’t feel the need to win you over anymore. Because they got what they wanted. They got me so they don’t feel the need to impress me, show me they’re worth my attention because they have met their goal. I don’t know if I’m making sense but in the long run everything just starts to die down instead of growing into something more.”

A flash of pain flickered behind his eyes. Suddenly, his jaws clenched and his features hardened. His angry glare made a shiver run down my spine. “You are being afraid of nothing. I won’t turn into those douche bags you’re talking about. I will always love you. And I will do everything just to make you happy because seeing you happy makes me happy. If you’re afraid that I won’t make an effort-”

“No, you don’t understand, Har-”

“Then explain it to me!” He yelled. My eyes widen at him. I had never seen him this frustrated before. The veins on his forehead and neck started popping out at how much he’s trying to control his temper. “Because I haven’t got a clue on what you are talking about!”

“It’s not something you could easily promise, Harry! You don’t know what will happen! You won’t know when you’ll eventually be tired of me and-”

And it dawned on him. His features visibly changed, immediately understanding everything. “Tired of you? Is this what all of this is about? Me getting tired of you?”

“I’m a nobody, Harry.” I averted my gaze to the floor to avoid his intense stare. I was surprised at how long I was holding his gaze throughout this argument we’re having.

“You’re reading those damn articles again, aren’t you?” He accused, voice full of disappointment. “How many times do I have to tell yo-”

“I know, I know.” I exhaled. The anger was gone from me now. All I felt was hopelessness. “But I can’t help it. I’m a girl. I will always have insecurities.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and grunted lowly. “But that doesn’t give you the right to doubt my love for you.” He mumbled. I didn’t say anything in return because I know he is right. I hate this. I shouldn’t have let my insecurities eat me up. But can you really blame me? He’s a freaking popstar for god’s sake! He could have any girl in the world and why he chose a common girl was beyond me. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me for days?”

“I’m not really avoiding you. Just minimizing our contact so you won’t get tired of seeing my face.”

“That’s enough!” He yelled and grabbed my face into his hands making me look at him. “Listen to me okay? You are an amazing girl. Saying you’re beautiful won’t do you justice because you are more than that. You exceed the limitations of being beautiful inside and out. You are funny, talented, generous, kind and most of all, you are the best. You give so much love to people who do not deserve it. You are selfless. And that’s not even half the reasons why I love you. I could go on and on but that would take us forever. I won’t get tired of you, of us. I will always love sleeping next to you, waking up next to you, going on in a day with and coming home to you. You are one of a kind and I’d be damned if I let someone like you go.”

His words stirred my heart and made me feel more horrible for doubting him. My tears started flowing down my face again as I let what he told me sink in. “I’m sorry…” I whispered.

“Stop thinking like that, okay? Give yourself some credit. Your parents love you, the lads adore you, your friends care for you. And most of all, I love you with all my heart.” He smiled, finally being able to fix me again. He slid his hands around my waist and brought me closer to him, engulfing me in a heart felt hug.

I circled my arms around his shoulders and buried my face into his neck. “I don’t know what to say, Harry. That’s the sweetest thing someone has said to me. Thank you.”

He pulled away to look at me. He brought his hand to my face and ran his thumb over my cheek. “You deserve it, baby. And I’m not saying all those things to make you feel better. I want you to realize all of that.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry for doubting you. I should never have. I should have known you’d always be there for me.”

“I will.” He promised. “And please stop reading those tabloids, yeah? You don’t need them.” I nodded again and smiled. Happy that once again, he reassured me that everything will be fine as long as we have each other. “There’s my girl.”

I gazed into his eyes and saw how it lit up when I said, “I love you.”

A wide grin spread across his beautiful face, making his dimple pop out. “I love you more, baby.”

We stared at each other until I closed my eyes when I felt him lean in. Our lips brush, nose bumping and finally, he kissed me. Pouring every emotion into the kiss, filling all the words that were never said but most importantly, expressing our love that only he and I could feel.

It was overwhelming, the kiss and all the words Harry told me. He knew what to say and how to make me feel better again. I know that we could both do this. This would work out if we have each other. And I know that this part of our relationship isn’t just a phase but an obstacle we were to overcome. I’m happy to say that I think, we just did.

Oops- G.D. Imagine

Request: You and Gray take Ethan’s car out for a late night ice cream date. While in the middle of a kiss, the driver (you or Gray) backs into a pole.

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“Really?” Grayson pretended to be angry, putting on an agitated expression that was usually reserved for only Ethan.

I giggle as I handed the ice cream back to him. “C'mon, we always take a bite out of each others food.” I handed him my ice cream, and he glared between the swirl filled cone, and my smiling face, before he licked the WHOLE cone, leaving a track in the ice cream.

“GRAY!” I screeched, shoving his shoulder roughly. All he did was laugh, as he wiped his face with his arm. “You’re so lucky we’re best friends, because if you were someone else, I would’ve slugged you.” I remarked bitterly.

He went silent for a second, slowly licking his ice cream cone, sending thoughts into my head that I shouldn’t have been thinking about my best friend.

It’s always been this way. Ever since we met at the beginning of Freshman year, we’ve been stuck like glue, the bestest of friends. Okay, maybe not as close as him and Ethan, but I completely understand that. things still hadn’t changed. I was still hung up on Grayson, silently begging him with my eyes to see me in a different way. To see me as more than just a friend.

But that’ll never happen.

“Agh!” I shrieked, pressing my hands against my temples, in an attempt to stop the pressure. “Brain freeze!”

I thought for sure Grayson would laugh, like he always did, right before karma but him in the ass, and he would get a brain freeze too, and we’d both laugh together. Like we usually do.

But he just stared out the windshield of his brothers car, biting his bottom lip in concentration, and then he looked at me, with a serious expression, all the playfulness from earlier was now gone.

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore, Y/N.” He said in an almost whisper.

“Shut up.” I said quietly, disbelief in my voice, my eyebrows crinkling up in confusion.

“I’m serious.” His eyes studied mine, watching as I gasped in astonishment.

He’s serious? He doesn’t want to be my friend anymore?

“W-why?” My voice shook. “What did I do?” He didn’t answer me, just ran his hands through his hair, took a deep breath, as if preparing for something.

He can’t do this. Not now. Not after all this time of being friends, he cant just end it now. He’s all I got. I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him.

I always knew it would happen in some shape or form; he’d get a girlfriend, and have no time for me anymore, or something like that.

I just never expected it to be so soon.

“Fine.” My voice rang out in the enclosed space of Ethan’s car, the air still running from where he parked it, but didn’t turn the engine off yet. “Don’t be my friend, you…you asshole!” I couldn’t sit in this stupid, but nice, car any longer. I opened the door, pushed it with my shoulder, and sprang out of the car quickly, shutting the door behind me.

I threw my melting ice cream cone in the nearest trash can, and didn’t even make it a few feet away from the car, before I felt Grayson’s hand around my wrist, keeping me from leaving.

What does he want? Certainly not me, he made that very clear.

“Wait,” he held both of my shoulders in his large hands, trying to make eye contact with me.

“What? You wanna tell me I’m not good enough for you, or something?” I scoffed. “Fine, go ahead. Don’t be my friend anymore. But just know, Grayson, that you’re losing the best damn friendship that you’ll ever-” my words were cut off, as he sighed deeply, tilted my chin up, and pressed his lips against mine.

I didn’t know what to do. This whole situation was so out of wack. Why is he kissing me?

I pulled away, and glared up at him. The resounding SMACK that filled the parking lot, and the red hand print on his cheek, that he was holding, with a look of shock across his stupid, yet beautiful, face, was evidence enough that I had slapped him, without even thinking about it.


“Ow!” He complained, his eyes narrowing in frustration. “What the hell?!”


“Why did you kiss me?!”


“Because you didn’t let me finish, and then you left the car, and then you started yelling at me! I don’t know! That’s all I could think of at the time.” He yelled just as loud as I had earlier.

“That doesn’t mean you can just kiss me!” Spit was flying off of my lips, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. “You don’t want to be my friend, remember!”

“Only because I want to be your Boyfriend!” The veins in his neck formed little worms from all the pressure of yelling.

I blanched, my mouth gaping like a fish, as he sucked on his bottom lip, the one that was just pressed against mine, and leaned against his brothers car, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Say what?” I stuttered, not exactly sure if I had heard him right.

He was breathing deeply from all of the yelling, his nostrils flaring, and his chest heaving against his toned arms.

“I don’t want to be friends.” The crack in his voice indicated that it took everything in him to say those six little words. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. Not my friend.” He shook his head slowly, as if I were a small child, who didn’t understand what he was saying.

And maybe I was. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. The only thought that was running through my mind at this moment, was that Grayson Bailey Dolan, my long term best friend/crush wants me.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” He apologized in a raspy voice. “I was trying to be original, or maybe I was just trying to be dramatic, whatever it was a bad idea. Although you should’ve seen your face! You were all like “what?” You looked like a lost puppy-“

I stepped between his legs then, pulled his chin down to meet me, and kissed his still moving lips, trying to mimic his earlier actions. I hoped I was doing it right. I didn’t have much experience when it came to kissing, but by the way Gray practically melted against Ethan’s car, sighing before he kissed me back, a little rougher than last time-not that I was complaining-I had a feeling I was doing okay.

I never allowed myself to imagine this moment, mostly because I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I knew that if I had this would’ve been way better than I could’ve ever imagined.

Suddenly the ground shifted from under us, sending me flying forward, and losing my grip on Grayson. Grayson jumped off of Ethan’s car, and shrieked as he tried to run to the drivers door, as the car plummeted backward toward a pole.

He was too late though, as the back bumper slammed into the large pole, the loud CLANG echoing in the parking lot. Grayson and I shared shocked expressions, both racing towards the car to inspect the damage.

"Oh. My. Gosh.” He stretched out his words in disbelief.

“Grayson…"I looked at him with wide eyes. "ETHANS GONNA KILL US!”

anatomy | park jimin

genre: smUt.

prompt: park jimin teaches a clueless girl about the human anatomy.

ship: mc x pjm.

warnings: sexual content.

word count: 1017

Originally posted by minblush


Zip in pull down suck up. Pull hard suck harder. Lace bodice and gloved fingertips, soft to the touch. Fresh face but where’s me? Wipe mistakes, don’t let them see. Tug a bit, tug-of-war. Tug too hard I just might tear. Reach into your gut, pull out your soul. Dangle it before me, humor me some. I’ll laugh, I promise. Stretch it out, pulled taut. Snip it to pieces, hand out your coupons. Everyone gets a turn but you. I’ve done so much for you, aren’t you thankful? Bright lights, blind me. Un-bind me.

A sensation that escapes the finite realm of verbal expression—

A feeling that builds and curls until it explodes in your blood and spreads like cancer—

A supernova, a newborn star—

Endorphins permeate the air and a-and stain his lips when he kisses me

I can’t breathe, my lungs collapse, synapses singing and screaming and my blood is sweet sweet, like an opiate flower he is eager for my high—the strongest drug that exists for a person is another person.

His fingers brush my thigh and he whispers against my skin, “Femoral…” it drips like honey onto my lips and I lick it up, ravenous, unable to take my time no one ever taught me how to take my time, all I know is roughness and quick kisses and feelings that make my bones shiver in pleasure and panic.

“God please…give me more…please—” all I know how to do is beg and pray and hope please please please, you know what I want so please—

The tease continues as he touches my knee, “Patellar…”

Let’s just forget about this, I want to know about your body instead and how my fingers can fit perfectly in between the spaces of your ribs, or if my touch makes you shiver when I touch your neck, or how about when I place my lips here and sigh into your ear? let’s forget this, I want to know what can make you tremble and bring you to your knees, what makes you weak, what makes you feel like your veins are going to explode.

I want to memorize your anatomy, be able to identify it with my eyes closed and my senses forgotten. I want it to tarnish my own, I just want to feel you, all of you, right now—

His hands brush my underwear, thumb going beneath the thin fabric. he smiles against my ear, “This…” he rubs slow circles and I tremble, “I think you already know what this is…”

“But did you know…” he trails off, his fingers playing with my sanity, “contrary to what you might believe, it doesn’t have all that many nerve-endings.”

His lips leave a trail of fire down my neck and something burns in my chest. “The lips and tongue, are actually what have the most nerve-endings.”

Oh God—

Oh God—

My bones shatter and he eats the dust.

Lower, lower, his lips go lower and down my chest, “Thorax.” he mumbles and I swear when he kisses the skin my heart feels it, can taste the sin dripping from his lips.

Down my breast…

“Mammary,”

Down my stomach…

“Abdomen…”

A nibble of skin by my navel, and it sounds so dirty coming from his mouth.

Hooks a thumb beneath my underwear, swiftly pulls down the fabric.

Composure where have you gone?

Composure where have you gone?

It must have been secreted in the air somehow for when his lips touch the forbidden fruit all I know is lust and a desire so carnal, I have never felt such need and greed—

“I…” you are the boy who taught me how to scream, Park Jimin, you know that? Could you hear it rumbling in my chest when you pressed your lips there? My ribs could shatter from the pressure and oh how you would love to watch me crumble beneath you, how you love broken things.

Hands rake down my body and I shiver, do you know how my body responds to you, Park Jimin? I don’t need water or hydration I just need your touch please touch me everywhere—

Every stroke and sensation makes my legs tremble and you smile between my legs, oh, you must know what you do to me.

He kisses his way back up, my skin aches for more, he knows it does.

Presses his lips against mine.

“Lips…” he positions himself at my entrance. “Repeat after me,”

It takes every ounce of strength to nod my head and sigh something that resembles an accede.

“Labium Superioris and Inferioris.”

“L-labium Sup—J-Jesus Christ.”

I blink and an explosion flashes behind my eyelids. Adrenaline burns through miles in my bloodstream. My bones are restless, using my body to melt into his memory, unforgettable. I tore it open so he wouldn’t look away. So, like the sun, it hurt to look at, but I was all he could see.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to scream, I part my lips but it’s only to sigh, he catches the breath and kisses it away, all my oxygen, gone, devoured, a victim to his every whim.

Above me a celestial body hovers, hair and eyes cut from the same onyx stone, perspiration beading his brow, whispering sweet nothings.

“I-I love you.” but it’s lost in passion somewhere, lost in the place where my neck and shoulder meet, where his teeth linger far too long.

He growls in my ear and my chest explodes, he rips out my heart and watches it bleed. He trails his crimson stained hand down my throat, what a terrible intoxication this is—

Baby he moans, baby…

I’m dowsed in gasoline, just light the match, I want to see the flames flicker in your eyes as you extinguish mine, it’s okay I never burned bright anyway.

Bodies in sync, I watch your façade crack as you come undone. you bury your head in my neck, your gasps the only indication that you too have surrendered yourself to this lust—

Forgive me Eve,

I’ve let him taste the forbidden fruit.

-ttalgi.